Friday, August 29, 2008

Lyrical Quote of the Day

"Ohhh, these days. I wish I were 6 again. Oh, make me a red cape. I wanna be Superman......."
~John Mayer
(I do still love you even though you seem to love EVERYONE else. Good music is good music though, regardless.)

Recently, I noticed the quality of my artwork has declined a little bit. And here's why, pssst...too much red wine and not enough light. Oh well, sloppy is fun and that's the story of my life right now.

Running the VA Beach Rock-n-Roll Half Marathon this Sunday. Wish me luck. I'll be the one dancing the whole way, Elaine style, thumbs up.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Nestling in the Crook

"Fairyland must be filled with rag dolls, soft loppy rag dolls, who go through all the beautiful adventures found there, nestling in the crook of a dimpled arm."
~Raggedy Andy Stories (1920).
I found this book crumbling on my bookshelves today.



Recently, I had the pleasure of being in FAO Schwarz on a crazy busy Saturday in NYC. I could have been in any toy store with the cheesy grin I had on my face because, I was, I was in the DOLL section! Now, don't peg me for a girlie girl because my husband will confirm that I am not ("c'mon, Beth that long shorts t-shirt skater look is kind of boyish) but a big part of my childhood was filled with dolls. My Mandy doll (Fisher Price circa 1978), my Madame Alexander dolls (the kind you aren't supposed to play with but we did), one lone Ballerina Barbie, Strawberry Shortcake dolls that smelled up our playroom like room freshener on a mission. My sister and I created worlds, houses, stories, it was grand.
I spotted Raggedy Ann (and Madeleine too) but she was a whopping 80 bucks.
So, I picked out a more reasonable doll for Anna made like Raggedy Ann, with plush, yarn hair, huggable, no plastic and entirely cute. It was a a Big Sister Rosy Cheeks doll. I figure we'll find Raggedy closer to home with a friendlier price tag.
I want Anna to play with whatever she'd like, be it dolls, cars, blocks. But I have to say, it is nice to be in the "land I know from childhood" one different from my boys'. It's familiar and comforting.
And I can't wait to see my little Anna with doll or truck tucked under dimpled arm off on her own adventures.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Tight Fit

The Week That Was

We began last week with a trip to New York.....day in Central Park, day at Long Beach, visiting with Great Grandma, fun galore... and ended it finding out after a doggy MRI and spinal tap, numerous blood tests that NO our beloved big ole' yellow lab, Tucker, was not, in fact, dying of a brain tumor. Upon picking Tucker up at the kennel after our fun weekend, we noticed one side of his head was literally caved in. Our vet was puzzled, we were referred to an animal neurologist, the diagnosis, most likely a brain tumor pressing on a nerve in his head. We spent all week imagining how we were going to say goodbye to our 100 pound tornado of love. We talked about where we would draw the line for treatment and what humane measures we would take to keep our pet alive. When is it about the pet and when is it about the humans who own him? All tough questions....
Of course, I felt guilty for all of the walks I didn't take him on and the many times I scolded him for doing his lab duty of routing through the trash.
We were the only ones picking up our goofy dog on Saturday (after the savings busting tests) with a miracle result, no tumor. Other weren't so lucky....as we left we witnessed a woman quietly sobbing and walking her little dog for the last time. He was busy sniffing the grass, clueless as to what was next. We had escaped.
But not without fielding many questions about what happens when dogs die and Jamie's BIG question (and I'm not making this up), so what's it all about, Mom?

What a week. I think we'll go take Tucker for a walk.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Dream Deferred

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?


~Langston Hughes



How can one put it better?
Can you tell I've been watching the Olympics..I love how a poet can put their finger right on the feeling and thumbtack it perfectly.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

What came Out of My Mouth Yesterday...

"Colin, you can't just play with Ironman's head. You need to put it back on his body or else Anna might eat it."

Friday, August 08, 2008

My Country Tis of Thee, Me!

Recently I've become more American (see earlier post)....here's what I have done:
1. Voted ten (count em') times for Twitch on So You Think You Can Dance. What will I ever do without that show (until next summer anyway)....who cares about those celebrity dance shows...I love this show, these dancers are talented and passionate and until recently "unfamous". They are not trying to be anything else but dancers. They are the reason why you can find me pirouetting across my kitchen floor after the show. Ahhh, I remember dance class, my Capezio red vinyl zippered bag, my stinky tights, black leather dance shoes with elastic worn through the bottom. Ooooh, I think I pulled a muscle....
2. Donated money to the Democratic Party.
3. Cheered GO USA when the American athletes (all 600 plus of them) opening ceremonies for the Olympics.

Actually, I am an Olympics junkie. I love the Olympics. I can tell you where I was when Nadia won the gold and the impossible perfect 10. I get so excited when the starting gun goes off and the race begins! When I was a little gal, the Olympics meant I got to stay up late, even if it was Sumo wrestling. And this year, I am cheering extra special like for the Olympic moms like weight lifter, Melanie Roach and swimmer Dara Torres. It's red, white and blue in the Fuller house.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Chocolate

I know this is going to sound weird but I just discovered the wonderfulness of BROWN fine tip art markers.....whoa Nelly.....we're into something good.
Speaking of which.....I found these brown beauties because I am designing my sister's wedding invitation which will be in October. The drawing for the invitation is of a sailboat on water (the wedding is in Norfolk where she lives). And it is done in that brown marker and coffee staining. I'll post it when it's done. Deadlines galore!

Friday, August 01, 2008

Success Redefined

I've been thinking recently about how much my definition of success has changed in the last 6 years (got married, had three kids, bought house, mini-van, yikes.) When I was in my late twenties I kept the thought that I would "make it" as an artist/illustrator before starting the family, kids etc and so my timeline was thus:
25-further develop style/go back to school
28-have a few illustration gigs under my belt (actually, I did do this)
30-be a full-time artist with wonderful little carriage house studio, my art in books and galleries
34-think about kids/marraige but already have my foot crammed into the door of Illustration World, publish my own book about being a quirky 30 something artist, doodles and all.
And here I am at 36 and I have done some of those things but the best thing about chucking that time line has been that I have discovered:

I enjoy drawing. I'm comfortable in my Beth style. I have no bleacher full of doubters in my head, they packed up long ago. I make a tiny bit of money. I get to share my love of making messy art with kids who really need it.
I have "made it."

Felt Bag For Young Girl