August typically isn't a great month for a flower show. So i keep sneaking in any thing i come across. today i planted mums, sunflowers and coneflowers. just the little bit made a huge difference on the garden appearance. the addition also used up all my little foot spacers. i'm not sure how i will get around in the garden now! lol!!!
Anyway, i am working long hours every day to complete Toad Hollow so it will be published and ready for october. i am still working on Impressionist Summer Cottage, but am in no hurry to complete it.
As of September, my focus will be on cheer obligations. i am in charge of cheer and homecoming decorum. i will be very consumed by this, as i plan to personalize and customize all the decor and memorabilia.
**********************Always busy! Always me!***********************
Please comment on which cover is more aesthetically pleasing for my next art book.
thanks! erin (glamorous time traveler)
Is it your un-birthday? Why, it's my un-birthday too!!! Come in (no room, no room!) and sip for a spell whilst i pour you an un-birthday tale.
Impressionist Summer Cottage
An Unsalted Tail
Vanessa and Mr. Luvvy had an errand to run in Michigan. This was going to be a long summer road trip. Michigan was many states away from them. They had finally located a rare and valuable antique they had been searching many years for. Alas, they had located it in the sleepy little town of Holly, Michigan. Because it was so rare and valuable, they felt safer about picking it up in person. They did not trust shipping the antique that would prove to be the beloved prize of their collection.
Holly was a hub for antiques. There were many charming old buildings filled with memories. Memories and the distinctive scent of yesteryear. Holly had a interesting history in itself. Investors and developers tried to assist the town in tourism. Many efforts were made to increase patronage to the town. Festivals, fairs, special events, etc. But the town never seemed to blossom.
Vanessa and Mr. Luvvy were artists. Vanessa was multi-talented and wasn’t really limited to any particular art form. She enjoyed painting, photography, writing, making art dolls and so much more. She had an artful website and blogged regularly. Mr. Luvvy was a musician. He wrote music, he played music, he collected vintage instruments and sheet music. Mr. Luvvy was all about that which intrigued and pleasured the auditory senses. He lived and moved by the sound of life.
Neither of them knew much of Michigan. But they liked the adventure of a road trip. As expected, the excitement of such an adventure prompted Van to blog about it. She also knew she had a few bloggers from that state that occasionally visited her site. She made an inquiry for special attractions in Michigan. She wanted an adventure that would fall nothing short of a fairy tale. She wanted to race in a motorcar with the wind in her wig! Poop, poop! And she knew Mr. Luvvy would be much abliged. He was always favorable that way. Ever tending to the fair maiden, Miss Vanessa.
Vanessa’s fellow bloggers were happy to contribute their knowledge and expertise on the subject. After all, who would know better the state than the resident Michiganders? Each blogger gave suggestions and advice. But one blogger seemed to have much to say about what to do and where to go. In fact, the blogger was even familiar with the shop they were acquiring their treasure from. She had antiqued there many times herself. The blogger was quite pleased to be of assistance.
The shop that Van and Mr. Luvvy would be soliciting was once featured in the newspaper. The shop owners had believed that the old building was haunted by an unfriendly spirit. They hired a professional to exercise the building of any poltergeists. Many of the shops in Holly were old. It was an old historical town filled with old structures and old things. Maybe all that old stuff held onto memories and had an energy of it’s own - like Warehouse 13. Even the blogger had felt that the town had a transcendental feel about it. The blogger was quite rooted in the reality of fact and evidence supporting fact. But she was also philosophical. Therefore, she could not completely dismiss events lacking evidence as being untrue.
The blogger also knew of the proprietors of that antique shop. She had purchased many old books there. Always an older gentleman at the counter. And occasionally a small man in a fedora. The blogger had an intuition that the man in the hat would be smitten with Vanessa. She warned Vanessa to be leery of cat in the hat.
The blogger was adamant that they have a stay somewhere along the coast of Lake Michigan. The great lake is awe inspiring and the sunsets breath taking. The sandy shoreline is warm and inviting. There were many suitable places along lake Michigan that the blogger thought they might like.
The blogger listed a series of charming little towns and what made them so special. The blogger had visited these places personally, so she felt qualified to provide assistance from a fellow artist’s perspective.
Vanessa perused the information. She went over the list with Mr. Luvvy. After much thought and consideration, they decided to rent a cottage in Arcadia. This was a practical choice as they would also be traveling with their dog.
The blogger was excited to find they had settled on Arcadia. This was a personal favorite. It’s sort of a nothing little town. It has a very small downtown, a small marina and a teensy campground with no amenities. It has a great little museum. The entire second level is dedicated to Harriet Quimby. Harriet Quimby was born in Arcadia, Michigan and was the first U.S. woman to fly across the English Channel. She was unique in that she was the first U.S. woman to earn an Aviator license and that she wore a purple flight suit which was uncommon for the time.
The third level of the museum is a widows tower. Up there you will find a spectacular view and a heavy metal plaque that reads, "One God, One People - Living in Peace."
Despite the nothingness of this little town, it beholds an enchantment all its own. It’s a quiet place. Peaceful. The kind of place you can hear yourself think. Lose yourself in. If you close your eyes and listen, the ebb and flow of the great waters will speak to you. The blogger promised Van that something magical was sure to happen there. Vanessa had been longing for a wonderful new fairy tale. She didn’t care if it came in the form of a book or an experience. She wished on a star that the blogger was true. The blogger wished for Vanessa to be delighted.
This is all i have for now. You were the first to preview my next art book. This book should be finished in 6-8 weeks. Hope you enjoyed the preview. ; )
Your un-birthday treat! Leave a comment on my blog and include your email address if you want to win the un-birthday treat. I will draw the winner July 15 and contact you for a shipping address. Thanks! e ; D
p.s. If you are an Hp Nutter, the use of Felix Felicis is strictly prohibited! Lol
My iris are in bloom! my favorite color too (orchid). so beautiful.
ode to iris. haha
Can one conceive of any reason for a flower's beauty excepting our ability to enjoy their exquisite splendor? Of course there are scientific reasons for flowers beautiful colors such as attracting animals to spread nectar and enabling them to reproduce. Just the same, there could have been many other ways to allow for plant species to reproduce. It is my belief that the world is beautiful so that we could have the pleasure of enjoying it. A flower is a testimony that the world is designed for our enjoyment.
A couple of poems.
Song: Fair Iris I love and hourly I die
By John Dryden from Amphitryon
Fair Iris I love and hourly I die,
But not for a lip nor a languishing eye:
She's fickle and false, and there I agree;
For I am as false and as fickle as she:
We neither believe what either can say;
And, neither believing, we neither betray.
'Tis civil to swear and say things, of course;
We mean not the taking for better or worse.
When present we love, when absent agree;
I think not of Iris, nor Iris of me:
The legend of love no couple can find
So easy to part, or so equally join'd.
DYK? In Greek mythology, Iris is the personification of the rainbow and messenger of the gods. She is also known as one of the goddesses of the sea and the sky. Iris links the gods to humanity. She travels with the speed of wind from one end of the world to the other, and into the depths of the sea and the underworld.
Somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
E. E. Cummings, 1894 - 1962
i do not know what it is about you
that closes and opens;
only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes
is deeper than all roses
A fanciful twist will be hosting a mad tea party july 12, 2014.
I think, ultimately, this on-line tea party will provide an opportunity for other website owners to visit others site. a way to mingle outside the box!
cheers luvvy! see you there. ; )
To participate click here http://www.vanessavalencia.com/blog.html
As you can see, i have made good progress on the pop n play castle. I'd say you would never know it was a castle! There is still more painting and stone-work to be completed. Now, if you are not doing anything to the back, then you will be very close to finish. However, the back is the secret garden. so the stone-work needs its mortar lines painted in and the garden will be partially painted and silks glued on. and a pretty blue sky. so stay tuned for more How-To!!!
Just a word to let you know i'm retiring my wand. That is, i have decided not to make anymore H.warts artifacts, etc for the Potter fan. I'm burnt-out. I can honestly say that i have made an absurd amount of HP stuff. Sweets would probably classify me
as a level 7 hoarder! lol. Well, i wasn't trying to hoard at all. I always liked making the stuff, i just hated marketing it. so i kept putting it off. Until my husband said, "it's got to go!"
I will be listing mostly on etsy.com but i may need to put some on ebay.com. I get confused about all the rules and i'm not sure what i'm allowed to do. so if i get kicked out of one, i will pursue the other. I hope i don't get kicked out of anything. I'm still making stuff and writing alot of books.
Anyway, i am listing everything 50% off what I would have sold it for. It's sad being an artist because at 50% off, i will be lucky if i break even. It's not doing me any good collecting dust. so i hope it can be enjoyed by somebody!
Also, i would like to point out that i am not making HP stuff anymore, but i still believe the Harry Potter Story is the greatest story ever told!
Long Live Harry Potter!!!
look for me on etsy by typing in search: erinbrockway
"Cheers!", i just said that with a bostonian accent. lol
I returned Sunday from a fast and furious weekend. We traveled to Boston for the Hockey East tournament. It did not disappoint! We returned not only as supporting team victors but thoroughly exhausted. Our son is the goalie for UMass Lowell. Lowell emerged the champions of the hockey east play-offs and will continue "onward and upward" ( the exact words of a genuine Ireland bloke we met at our hotel).
Despite our agenda to be there mainly for hockey, we were able to squeeze in some site seeing on saturday. We just couldn't pass up the fact that boston is a very old and historically rich city. And situated right on the atlantic ocean. The very first thing I immediately noticed was the amazing amount of activity on a saturday morning. alot of people walking about on foot. You could hear music and drum beats and people chattering. so much hustle and bustle. For a place that has made a historical imprint on time, it still felt like time waits for no one. not here anyway. There are soooo many irish pubbies. and everything is about the seafood. crabs, lobster, oyster icons everywhere. oh, and if you love dunkin donut coffee, your in luck. i think there was a coffee shop situated in every clump of buildings. an I-V drip of dunkin donut coffee. lol!
We walked the Freedom Trail thru the city. stopping from time to time to tour a historical building or location. it really fancied me to think that i was standing in a building that John Adams or George Washington actually stood to conduct our constitutional affairs. I stood amidst the Boston Massacre where people died so that we can enjoy the freedoms that we enjoy today. I stood on long pier and gazed upon the great atlantic ocean. We enjoyed the blend of old and new architecture. here are some pictures i took. at the end of our self-guided tour we had to pick a place to eat. well, here i was, in what felt like the seafood capital of the world. i really wanted to eat at the Union Oyster House. but alas, my husband hates anything that once swam in water. so, we compromised and dined at Hennessy's irish pub. Their menu boasted unique, authentic irish food. We both had cottage pie. I figured if i can't have seafood, i should atleast dine at an irish pub as i am a quarter irish.
I have made plenty of things! I have very full galleries on my other websites. But this is a new beginning, remember? so here's a preview. it's approx. 80% complete. I have been working very hard on it for about a month now. Guess you'll just need to keep stopping by so you won't miss the big 'unveiling'.
cheers luvvy! ; )
"I believe in an everyday sort of magic - the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places and people; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we're alone."
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