today...

lunch

sometimes when i was little my dad would shake his fist in my direction and jokingly ask if i wanted a knuckle sandwich.  i wanted to say yes because i liked sandwiches and thought it sounded good.

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old courthouse museum II

postcards from the past

     

                                    

the future is ours to see

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this 'best of' eddie money has the same six songs over and over.  this is the first in a series of 'best ofs'. 

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i forgot i made wrapping paper few years ago for christmas.  i used brown bag paper that was left over from something else.  this isn't the best picture-->

my favorite are the skinny ones on the left with the all over print.  they took the longest, but i thought they turned out the best.

 

i want to start making my own wrapping paper.  this is my first attempt.  i am happy with it, though it took a bit too long.  hopefully with practice i'll get faster.  i guess that means i need to start giving more presents.  maybe i'll start wrapping library books before i return them.

whale tale

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most of what i make is pretty small.  i like something you can hold in your hand.  i usually don't work much bigger than a postcard.  i am comfortable with small.  that is why i thought i should challenge myself and make something bigger.  so i compromised; i made a big whale out of tiny flowers-->

i really enjoyed this process.  while my wrist and hand did suffer, if was still so satisfying.  here is a detail-->  

i've always liked repetition.  when i was little, my mom would give me a bucket of water and a sponge brush and i would paint the deck.  while the sun quickly dried up anything i put down, i kept going.  i thought if i went fast enough i could finish the whole deck before the sun had a chance to suck it up.  i felt the same determination with this (even though nothing was getting dried up).  i got so lost in it, that each flower i drew was the only thing that existed in that moment.  each flower i drew felt like a surprise.  i was totally obsessed.  i was glad when it was done, but still feel the need to do more.  there is something about drawing the same thing over and over that i can never get enough of.  i am learning how to be bigger, one tiny flower at a time. 

five times a lady

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recently, i read both Roseanne: My Life As a Woman and My Lives while simultaneously watching the full series of Roseanne.

 i learned that she is jewish, was in a mental institution, gave a baby up for adoption, really likes lenny bruce, at one point did everything in fives, had sex for money and how to make chilimac.  while i had to force myself to read them start to finish, what i really liked were the pictures.  i don't think i gave her much thought before reading the books, so these pictures gave me an interesting look into her life. 

 baby Roseanne

 her parents.  i think she looks more like her dad. 

whoa Roseanne, put on some pants!

apparently, Tom Arnold used to be skinny too.   i like her overalls.  for some reason, i see them as lavender.  they were both stylin'! 

 

now i just have to read her latest book, Roseannearchy: Dispatches from the Nut Farm and i will know everything she wants me to know about her.  (if anyone is interested in owning these books, they will be available for purchase at our upcoming yard sale). 

on a related note, i can't watch Roseanne without thinking that Beverly Harris (played by Estelle Parsons) looks like Lady Elaine Fairchilde from Mister Rogers' Neighborhood.