Impressionist summer cottage - an unsalted tail is the art book you previewed at mad tea party. It will be available to purchase at etsy.com and amazon.com.
Please comment on which cover is more aesthetically pleasing for my next art book.
thanks! erin (glamorous time traveler)
Today i celebrate the love of a family. The love that is shared. The love that is given and the love that is received. As i turn '48' on this birthday i contemplate the things that make a birthday special. It's not the cake. not the presents. not the cards. It's the people who are there with you because they love you. And for no other reason but that. i am loved. :D
: ) : ) : ) That's a happy birthday! ( : ( : ( :
I awoke today in a very truthful mood. I wanted only the truth. To speak the truth and to hear the truth. The truth can be dangerous. It can expose too much. It exposes the ugly. No one wants to visit an ugly blog. Everyone makes their blog beautiful and glamorous. You see only what they want you to see. Today, i share it all. The good, the bad and the ugly. These are truths in my world. They may not be truths in your world. Feel free to comment and bare your truths. ; )
Truth #4 - tomorrow is my birthday so i got myself a few presents. It was great! I felt like a true member of the red hat society. You know, those old ladies that wear red and purple because they have finally reached the age that they don't care what people think anymore. Hats off to the Red Hat Society! Hurrah!
Truth #6 - Life is a system of checks and balances. Positive and negative energy. Strive to be near the middle because you can not avoid the energy pattern. the highs will not be as high but the lows won't be as low. (avoid, "my whole world is crashing!") waaahhhh!
Truth #7 - No matter how old you get, your parents will never stop telling you what to do.
Truth #8 - Because of this positive and negative energy flow, i believe in Karma. So be kind to everyone, because what comes around - goes around.
Truth #9 -Be kind to everyone, everybody is going thru something.
Truth #10 - On rare occasions, i sleep nude. This may not mean much to you, but i was raised strict catholic. so maybe somehow i think I'm getting away with something! l
Truth #11 - Life is fast, so slow down and savor the journey.
Truth #12 - When i was young, i wore a patch that said, 'live fast - die young'. I lived fast and hard and i didn't die. Now i'm older and wiser. i have experienced marriage and children. i witness the complications of people 20 yrs. my senior. i still pray for an early death. Murphy's Law: i will live to 102! lol
There are so many ways to make a sangria. Check out allrecipes.com to discover your favorite recipe for sangria.
Time to gaze upon my garden and sip a delicious sangria.
Sarah Coller of Hope in Every Season come on down!
Thanks for sharing in the mad tea party hosted by A Fanciful Twist.
Please contact me so I can get your mailing address. I will also visit your blog and try to contact you.
Cheers luvvy, mama helley
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
Progress on impressionist summer cottage half scale house.
Let's face it, we all have grandiose ideas of the things we make. But what happens when things don't turn out the way we planned?
Improvise, my boy, improvise!
The led strand I had permanently installed on this cottage stopped working. My husband probed the unit with his electronic tools and verified that there was no longer electric current working properly in the module.
He looked at me and said, "sometimes that happens". I looked at him like he was guilderoy Lockhart!
As I placed my scissors over the cord to remove the battery pack I swore I heard the faint sound of Taps. : (
Here is what I did to resolve my illumination issues.
Good old fashion American ingenuity at its best. The girl at dairy twist made this T shirt just this morning to wear to work. Isn't she patriotic? I'm lovin' it. Just paint and go! Isn't it great to be an American ?!
Thanks luvvy for letting me take your photo! ; D
I'm a maker and a thinker. I live in a magical world inside my head. To some, I am an artist. I am surely creative. And my creations change as quickly as my mood - so you never know what you're going to get.