What can I say, I am loving all the kid art I’m being exposed too!  I love my writing classes, but dang! I love seeing what’s on the walls almost as much.  This one is another piece I would love to own.  I’d hang it in my kitchen because I am just that hungry!


Today’s song should be pretty obvious … Yellow Submarine!


WIP Wednesday

I do my stitching after midnight.  It’s my way of winding down from the day. I watch a couple of hours of tv and I stitch, stitch stitch.  This year  I joined a group on Facebook which concentrates of stitching from  stash, things you already have and need to finish.  I  have a lot of stash, a shameful amount.  I have a list of about 20 things I have kitted up and ready to stitch, no new gems for me this year – I have plenty of projects, thank you very much.  Also, I usually makes things for other people, and I will continue to do that, but seriously how do I only have two of my own finishes on the wall? So I’m a little more for me.   I know having 20 things on my Finish list is a big grand, the truth is if I get 6 done I will be happy.

One of the things I like to do is learn a little bit about my project.  When I make something for a friend I think of them while I stitch.  It’s something I hope they can feel. While I stitch and learn about what I am stitching, I like to think I’m doing a deep dive into what makes my friend special, why they will like the thing I am making.  It tells me something about them and it makes me admire them more.

I’m doing the same thing for me.  Like I said before I  love me a single murderess.


… and thank you stitchy friend for passing this on to me


Song of the day:  You Can’t chop your Papa up in Massachusettes

Eyeballs and Oven Mitts

Since my writing classes are at  the Morean Arts Center, I’ve been spending a lot of time looking at art, which sorta makes sense.  Saturday, St Patrick’s Day or St. Gertrude’s Day  depending how you feel about cats, was a busy day at the center.  There were art classes on the third floor, writing classes on the second floor,  and on the first floor in the exhibit space, the creative kidlets of St. Pete were getting their face painted, having their pictures taken. They were icing cookies and making leprechauns  and wearable leprechaun hats, all in the exhibition space.

The new exhibition is Freshly Squeezed 2 it features artists that haven’t had their big break yet, and I can sure identify with that.  I strolled through the exhibit, and the artist that spoke to me the most was  Jack Fields, he’s inspired by mythology and I think it shows.



Krampus, is that you?


I love this!


This is my favorite for so many reasons and if I had the money I would buy it.   My real father looked like Theodore Roosevelt.  He was bigger than life, and took over every room he was in, at least that’s how I remember him. He also wasn’t suited to be a family man. I think he was always a bit afraid  of being with my Mother and  I, although I don’t know why, we both loved him so much. And I know how much he loved her.  When my parents got divorced, I went on a one girl crusade to get his approval, which by the way, did not work.  When he died, it came as a bit of a relief, because I just didn’t have to try anymore. It was over. My Aunt told me that over a thousand people came to his funeral. That could be an exaggeration,  The Christians are nothing if not storytellers,  but he was popular in town, everyone loved him. I do know I wasn’t one of them.  I  have always thought the saddest part about my Dad dying was that my life went on exactly the same.   This piece made me think about the good things that my father possessed, things I think he passed on to me, even if he didn’t share them with me.  Also T.R. is my favorite President, not because my Dad looked like him, but because you know, Teddy Bears!


This is my other favorite, because while I was there  the artist explained how he made it, every part of it, to a very fascinated little boy.  He told him that you don’t need expensive supplies, sometimes you use oven mitts.  That’s the thing that I am loving about being here again.  People share.  Maybe his mom won’t appreciate it when the little boy cuts up her oven mitts, but  I doubt he’ll forget the advice.

I know I won’t.

Song of the day, which I could listen to every day  zydeco She’s Not There

Ears to Editing

For one of my writing classes, I’ve polish up a short story I wrote.  It’s my first time editing solo and I’m a little nervous.  It’s something I must learn, and first I am going to focus on grammar and then move on to looking what can be cut etc …  I tend to repeat, or make the same joke twice, and no one needs that.  For the night I’ve been sitting on the couch drinking sweet tea and staring at a computer.  Is the voice right?  Is it right to play that first death for laughs? Will people see the end coming?  I’m nervous about it.  I’m going to find a contest, or an anthology to enter, and I want it to be perfect, and I’m not so good at perfect.  I’m a bit frazzled, then I look to my left and see my guy.


And all is right with my world.

Oh, and no worries, his ears were restored to their factory settings

Song of the Day  Ex’s and Oh’s