Trying to think pretty thoughts

Pretty photos, flowers that seem unbearably beauteous, summers that take flight leaving you in breathless wonder - these are the things to bear in mind these days. Okay, so that is my own pep talk, I just thought I would share it with you.

I am still loving the vintage grove I have been sharing here - so, I am just going to keep on rolling. Love the car, want the car. Can I have the car?

Silly Ms. Kinkski thinks she can battle The Joker and win! Why must we always like the bad boys, huh girls? We think we can outwit them, but our hearts start beating for two instead of thinking only of ourselves, and before we know it - our emotions are inflamed, but we are the only ones self-destructing. Sometimes I hate boys - mostly because they should be men by now.

Why despair when summer is about silly fun sometimes? Icecream that you make by hand, romance novels that let you disappear for an afternoon, New Moons that make you want to recreate your own paradigm.

I love astrology - as a way of navigating the waters when I feel I need a little rudder to help guide my sometimes wandering "float".

Molly, dear friend Molly, at About.com writes a great blog here. Check her out, please.

Samantha is trying her chops out and deserves an audience - see her latest here.

Happy Summer Solstice

taking a moment...

I have been a little crazed with reporting on my other presence here in the blogosphere, and have kinda neglected cruising and perusing what wonderfulness my favorite peeps have been up to these days. Excuse me for being remiss.

So, it has been awhile since I counted my blessings - quickly, for the sewing machine awaits me- here they are

To all my great friends at the coffee shop, who brightened my day as I battled the "ugly comment syndrome" with my other blog - my heart smiled and you made me feel wanted

I made a few sales at the store here in town! yeah for more inspiration to continue creating

To my Mom - who doesn't really understand me and my notion of life's journey, but loves me anyways

To the realization that at any minute someone or something new can enter your life and add an ingredient to the mix that you never thought you were missing until then

To all of you who may stop by today - we might not always please one another in our actions and behavior, but maybe that is a good thing
Variety is spicy!

Just a moment please

I slammed my index finger in the car door today. It's my photo taking finger, its my "push the stitches to the other needle" while knitting finger, it's the finger that seems to know where all of the letters on the keyboard are the best. The rest of my hand seems to just follow it's lead.

It throbs still, it has the beginnings of deep purply stuff under the nail. My Mom wonders if I will have a nail on that finger to get gussied up with nail polish when I dress to impress. (I cringe when she begins this line of pondering).

It's like I am hobbling around, but just the top portion of my body is afflicted.

I don't know why my hand was so slow leaving the car today. No morning caffeine yet? Not excited about garage sale game plan? Feeling disassociated from the other extremities?

We'll talk - when things cool down and I can hold a rational, non judgemental conversation. Right now - I just don't feel very understanding.

blogger humor/ or humor me, i blog

A fellow local blogger noted that the oldest blogger in the world, weighing in at 97, recently passed (look here for the article). I began to think - yeah, blogging is great. Blogging connects us with the outside, and far reaching world. That 97 year old grandma finally really enjoyed her last couple of years on this planet after her stingy relative finally buys her the computer she has been dreaming of. But what would I be like if I was still blogging at the ripe age of 97?

So this is my tribute to blogging - in old age, at any age, behind closed doors - where we blog and don't change our underwear. Where we blog and leave anonymous comments even though we have a user profile. Where we spend w a y too much time reading up on other people's activities and preferences before realizing the day just passed without a glance and we haven't stepped out the front door yet. Or washed. Or eaten anything that wasn't within an arm's reach (except for you food bloggers, that is!)

I don't want to grow old with my computer - I would like to have a flesh and blood version of a companion instead. But in the meantime - here I am. Worrying about followers, looking at my blog stats and getting a big ole computer butt.

Just musing aloud is all

I could not resist the play of light on the leaves of the flowers this a.m. It is a pom pom version of hydrangea, grows in abundance in a neighbor's yard who barely takes note of it. I do and pick copious amounts while able to and wake to see their fine whiteness glowing in the sun's rays.

I found this on my walk two days ago and knew that it was meant for me to pick up. I am like that - loving found objects and I tend to invest them with meanings, but I am an intuitive, so my mind just wanders in those directions, I suppose. Calm, clarity, sereneness is often associated with blue, but it can also be for communication. I am hoping for some help in that direction. I am struggling with my art, my craft, my direction, my focus. I need the calmness of certainty to fall soon. So, I put that stone in my purse, right next to the phone. Clever little stone.

I am growing baby cupcakes - but they take a lot of care and time. Like all of my endeavors that spawn in my head, they always take way too much time. You can't really hope to make them for any sort of valid return or financial remuneration. So, maybe that is just not my creative direction anymore. And if so, I think I can be okay with that. Won't give up the cupcakes, I will just give up toiling away to make things for sale like I was a hard laborer, and just enjoy. I really just want to enjoy right now.

This is a time of review and reassertion of old dreams. Don't despair - you will let go of what no longer suits you without a pained look back, and be given new dreams to hold and goals to fulfill. It will all be okay - but hold on tight, you have to shake loose what no longer fits - and sometimes we are stubborn about that process. Old boyfriend, old clothes - old you. Whew! Something is about to bloom - and I think its all of us - you too.

flowers, photos and a good walk about town

Today felt like Spring - smelled of it, looked of it and inspired thoughts of rampant color and bright corners filled with sunshiny hope.

I have never been afraid of the vibrancy of saturated color - as a girl, I remember choosing a special new short set of tangerine and dark lime for our first family outing to Disneyland. I flirted for the first time, intentionally, with a boy twice my age. Only one of us was aware that anything was happening. The color palette of my wardrobe that day had filled me with a new sense of daring and dreamfilled destiny.

Writing through this piece of wire and plastic, this box of amazing interconnected efficiency has unleased the writer and photographer within, and tapped into a deep resevoir of personal memories, stories and inventions that want to spring, fully formed, into the light of day.