Oh man guys, - I am sooooooo excited. - When we started planning my studio craft room one of the things we tossed around was to have a tree by the shoe box. It started out being a hall tree in the shape of a real tree where we would hang light coats and hats.That would certainly work in a garden theme right? Then fantasy and imagination started to take hold and it was going to be a tree with a greenman plaque on it. And then all of a sudden fantasy escalated into full gear and in our minds eye we saw a tree, Dryads (tree spirits) and a place where my little fairy ornaments could fly free. We faced a speed bump, since neither of us draw that well, but we refused to lose the vision. So with the help of our local high school's, art teacher we continued to fantasize. Well Kathy finished drawing the tree on our piece of plywood right before school let out for the summer; but Sir Knight's schedule was on overload for the summer, so our tree patiently sat in the garage.
When he finished that he set to work wood burning a few details into our tree and then started to paint it. (If you enlarge the picture you will get a better view of the faces.) And this morning before we left to go to one of our favorite flea markets - he hung it on the wall. Yeah!!!!!!!
And since I have no patience -I immediately started to unleash my two fairies and a dryad birdhouse I had. Sir Knight being the gentleman that he is, of course, hung them on the tree for me ASAP. (He knew I'd harp him to no end if he didn't. ) But it was so sweet that I didn't have too.
The finished look.
While at the Flea Market - I happened to find a treasure that completes me. Well not me - but a set I had . You see way back many years ago when I lived in this very big - three story Victorian home, I had a beautiful Pitcher and Bowl set, which occupied a place of honor in my guest room. I loved that set. When I left the fellow I was engaged to and moved out of the house - I took my set with me. However, It didn't last as a set too much longer - for during our move, my dear son, decided to use the riding mower with its cart to bring stuff from the storage shed to the new house. The bowl apparently did not care for the rather bumpy ride and broke into lots & lots of pieces. It was repaired but it never looked as good.
So imagine my surprise when I happen to come across a poor desolate bowl which could have been my bowls twin. It was in very good shape - but was missing his pitcher. (oh, poor thing) What a deal only $6.00. Sir Knight was not as sure as I, that this bowl would match - but for the price figured it would certainly look better than my patched up one. So we brought it home to live with us.
Does this Young Lady look as if she is incapable of making an educated decision?
Do you think that planing tea parties and calling on friends is all these women are capable of?
My brofur, Dale - went on to the Rainbow Bridge, this morning. At first I thought I’d like it here around the house with just me here - but as the day has worn on, you know what - I miss him a lot. No longer do I have someone to wrestle with, to snarl at me when I walk too close to him when he doesn’t feel like playing and I still want to, and no longer is he here to fill me in on how or why things happen in the house and the yard outside.
I guess it will take all of us awhile till we can remember and talk about Dale without hurting so bad.
Good Morning Dear Friends,
Hugs,
When June came I was more than ready - I headed off to Clown Camp - learned lots from many wonderful and famous teachers - laughed until my sides ached - played like a child again and had an all around great time.
One of the many things I learned was to design my face; then I had to learn how to apply it. Which may not seem like much to you ladies who have applied make up since you were in high school - but for me who never ever wore make up I might as well been an octopus with 8 unskilled hands trying to do fine detailed surgery. By the end of the first class I was a mess - grease paint every where but where I wanted it, white smeared into the purple and vise versa.
I couldn't attend in 1999 due to some health conditions of my mothers . But I was more than ready to go again in 2000. The New Millennium with its challenges -hopes - dreams of bright futures and I was lucky enough to head off to Clown Camp once more. This time my hand was steadier at the application of make-up and my eyes already keen as to what would make a good prop; so I studied the business of clowning. Contracts, Liability Insurance, types of occasions to clown at from big Corporate parties to small birthday parties we discussed them all. We learned how to deal with the scaredy cats and the hecklers alike. The pros and cons of doing Parades as well as the ins & outs of hospital clowning - Yep I studied it all, and when that week was over I truly felt like I had passed "Clownology" I was now a clown.
This is my first real publicity picture I had taken at my local photography studio and as you can see the makeup application was now so much more skilled and my confidence level had risen.
Hello Everyone,
I signed up for this conference. I mean a small vacation and I would earn some necessary CEU's while I was at it. What could be better? I asked myself. At the time I didn't see the hand of God moving me on ever so slightly to bigger & better things. See that cute little character on the brochure? Well her name is Patti Wooten R.N. and she was one of the key note speakers at this conference. Patti came as herself and was full of incitful ways to prevent burnout which were very inspiring to me at the time. But when she came as her clown character Nancy Nurse and made us search our souls as we giggled and laughed - I was elated - my very soul seemed to start doing the happy dance. I found a higher purpose for my life. I wanted to become a clown.
Hello Everyone,
Elegant Eddie
