I spend a chunk of time every Saturday at the Morean Art Center and I love to see the different exhibits that pass through, right now there are some beautiful paintings on the walls, and it seems like every time I pass through there is always something I want. I have a dream to be able to buy something original, a just for me piece of art one day. This was easily the most thought-provoking piece, at least to me on display.
I think this should be a permanent installation somewhere in downtown St Pete. Now that I live near the gulf again, I’m much more away of what we are doing to our oceans. I try to be more aware and think before I buy, I recycle and I’ve gone straw free, which I gotta confess wasn’t so easy – till you see that video of what straw can do to wildlife, then it’s an easy choice.
Because Houston isn’t the only place with pretty utility boxes.
I don’t think it’s a secret that I love fairy tales. I always have. They were the first stories told to me, the first stories I read, and the first movies I saw. A friend treated me to the opening night, and I mean the very first performance of Beauty and The Beast before it went to Broadway and it was amazing, I felt like a little girl in a magical world. Even though that friendship has faded it truly was one of the best nights of my life, and maybe the best gift I have ever received. So yeah, fairytales, I dig ’em.
When the offered a class on fairy tales at KeepStPeteLit I had to take it, and I learned a lot, in that I knew it, but never knew it like that kinda way. I learned about the flatness of characters, and how Fairytales, at least the ones I grew up reading, tell don’t show, which is exactly what we, as writers today shouldn’t do. It’s always show, don’t tell, right? When you read a fairytale, you believe that magic is normal, of course, there are bears who have built a nice little house in the forest, naturally, the animals talk, and we use our imagination to fill in a bare-bones story. We were given 15 minutes to write our own fairy tale and I thought I would share mine.
There was a girl that went into the woods every day to pick raspberries. One day a fox was caught in the brambles and the girl carefully helped him out of the bush and pulled all the thorns from his paws. By the time she was done, it was dark. She had gathered no raspberries and returned home with an empty basket. Her mother was angry. She used the berries to make jams and cookies and sold them at the market. Tomorrow there would be nothing to sell. She told the girl that she would have to pick twice the amount she usually gathered the next day. That morning when the girl awoke, she discovered two baskets filled with berries, jams, tarts, and cookies on the front step. Little pawprints led from the door to the forest. Every day from then on, the baskets would appear by the door. The mother was very happy the girl had a kind heart and helped the fox because now she could send the girl into the woods to gather blueberries, offering a wider variety of product, doubling her inventory and sales at the market. She prayed her daughter would come across a wounded bear while picking blueberries. Then the cash would really be rolling in.
I am obsessed with making this. I just need to hit the right estate sale. Wish me luck in Arkansas.
Okay, I wanted to post this to show you guys that Fred was not the only person who wore a red ascot back in the day.
WHAT?! The pink scarf, is that Daphne? It has to be! The title is all wrong, I would have gone The Scooby Twosome and the Gruesome Ghost. It has a better ring, don’t you think? Come on Betty, you can do better than that lame title.
My favorite bookstore in St Pete is Haslam’s.
You never know who you are going to run into, if you’ve checked my Instagram or Facebook, you will recognize this guy.
Even more pictures of Beowulf. I love me a bookstore animal. Haslam’s has two cats, the other is Teacup who is a bit camera shy.
The romance section is always the best place to spot celebrities, right Fabio?
Pierce Brosnan, is that you?
First, 75 cents? Hello John Forsythe!
Robert Redford, twice circa Butch and Sundance! How about a hand for Betty Neels, apparently she wrote everything!
Okay, I did not see Jack Kerouac, but I will one day, he haunts the bookstore, rearranging the stacks, always making sure his books are featured in the best places.