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I’m constantly screen capping things on my phone as I wander through social media, and then every few weeks I wonder why I have so many freaking photos on my phone. But then I don’t really want to delete them because they spoke to me in a moment for a reason.
Here are a few of them to get them off my phone and into the scrap yard that is part of the service to my brain this blog provides.
Who knows. You may be having a moment, too.
I feel like I spend an inordinate amount of time speaking out loud to myself (or Tom, or the dogs, if they’re listening) and saying things like: Where could it be? It should be right here. We don’t live in a forty-room mansion, how do things just disappear? WHERE IS IT?
Sometimes I find things; sometimes I don’t. The mystery of it all is not enjoyable, but losing people is a lot worse.
…that Voltaire is proof that if you live long enough, you’ll eventually piss off everyone. Also, he left a wealth of quotable material.
Current Photo Friday theme: Walk
Took a walk and a page from Keri Smith’s book Wreck This Journal and found: lots of little flowers, a high school student’s ID, some leaves, a sweet gum ball, a piece of bark, two feathers (hi, Aaron), a toadstool, a shell, a discarded cigar wrapper (can cause lung cancer and heart disease!), half a plastic ball, a UPS notice, and a crushed soda can.
That’s how I made a piece of art for you.
Started with this page.
Now I’ll press all the natural stuff.
Everything else either went into recycle, compost, or trash.
Since I’m unemployed, I stick to a budget, and when I do shop, I first try to support locally-owned businesses. I visited three of those recently (Cactus Music, Soundwaves, and Texas Art Supply).
As I was leaving the coloring book section at Texas Art Supply, I spotted these. I photographed them with a bottle of nail polish (clear, of course!) to show how tiny they are.
Just a couple of royals and a commoner and actor who married up and became mothers. At $1.99 each, I spend a lot more money and emotion on other stuff (like art supplies, music, and books–and boy, do I miss the two Half Price Books storefronts in my old shopping ‘hoods).
LOL, I cut off the rest of my post, so ETA: I DID have paper dolls when I was a kid, and I remember two sets in particular. I’ve looked on eBay through the years to see if anyone else has ever listed them. I probably wouldn’t buy them, but I’d like to see them again, just because they stick in my memory.
I also had a set of Colorforms (or maybe Colorforms knockoffs) that I’ve also never seen listed.
I know all of this stuff is out there. It always is.
Found this tiny box among my old business stuff. It was full of coins that I moved to the piggybank. It now has incense cones in it. Incense burns and becomes wisps of smoke that vanish into the air.
Now all them things that seemed so important
Well, mister, they vanished right into the air
You can’t say I traded money for nothing because I’ll be giving Houndstooth aromatherapy.
Pick your video, or be bold and go for both.
I color a lot more when I’m writing, and right now, my editing of the second book requires a lot of rewrites. Coloring is when I work things out mentally before I start writing.
Here are things I’ve colored over the last few days.
In honor of my friend James’s birthday, because we once visited a Maine lighthouse together.
In honor of the sun moving into the sign of Cancer.
(I’ve done those for every sign so far this year.)
It was time for a unicorn.
An homage to our college freshman year silly fashion shows in our dorm room.
Finally did one from my Celtic coloring book.
When I was cleaning out my old business stuff and finding little items I’d forgotten, this was one of them.
I have no idea what this came from (maybe a leather bracelet?) or how it came to me, but I kind of dig it, because I do like cowboys.
Directed by a page from Keri Smith’s Wreck This Journal, I did a rubbing of it. Always knew those Crayon pencils would come in handy.
I am going to turn this into a bracelet.
Hope you’ve had a happy Pride month.
This building collapse in Miami is surreal. Right now they are saying up to 99 people are unaccounted for.
I wonder what the cause will be determined to be and how long that will take. My thoughts are with the people who’ve gotten bad news and those who are still hoping for a miracle.
Sending love to all affected.
