Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Memorial Day Weekend-Small Town Style

Kids' drawing's on the "Town Hall" window.

Fun at the Hometown Festival

Ribbons for the fun run.

Our friend's beautiful Main Street home.

Bouncin' in the bounce house.

She wore that fireman hat for days.......still even today.

Walking home.

Me in the yellow at the beginning of the Round Hill 5K-very hilly, tough and hot but I got er' done!


One of the festival games.....

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Tomorrow is Friday (in case you were wondering)

Wow, I just realized in my last post that I had thought it was Friday (see below). Now, I could say that it was early (it was) and that I hadn't enough coffee (I hadn't) or it was a typo but sadly, it wasn't. I distinctly remember writing Happy Friday and believing that it was.

Last night my five year old son graduated from pre-school. They played Randy Newman's "You've Got a Friend In Me" which of course, made me tear up a little. I know, I know, really, it's pre-school graduation, get a grip. But it's also then end of an era of our little threesome, because next Fall he goes to school everyday and then after that, all day every day...then one child left at home. Now, this is really ironic because yes, that was me, yelling at the top of my lungs today in my van "Really! You two would rather go to Giant with me THAN play on a slip-n-slide with your friends! Really??? #@$!"
(They had chosen to come with me to the store rather than go across the street to play with their friends.)
You're shaking your head, so was I. Oh, I was thinking and fantasizing about how quickly and painlessly I will zip through the aisles and get the darn shopping done-I'd be almost gliding in no kid euphoria.
I know I've said it before and it bears repeating, I hate grocery shopping. I'd rather have my nails ripped off by woodchucks. Grocery shopping with kids is something I usually avoid at all costs-maybe it's the broken eggs, check out candy, Lucky Charm begging, aisle blocking tantrums, mean old ladies who give me the control-your-kids looks (even though, they are pretty good kids all said and done) that I could do without.
However, it wasn't but a month or so ago when I was having lunch with my two little tykes at Wegman's (a much, much better grocery store-other stores, take note. Not only do you feel like you are not at the hell's gates of a grocery store but they have a coffee shop and coffee holders on their carts-bless them) when an older woman (80's or so) said to me, (and I quote) "You are such a wonderful mother. You can tell. Your children listen to you and are so well behaved." My first instinct was to say that it was just a fluke but no, I took the compliment and ran.

Anyway....I'm watching a new episode of Craft In America right now, artists do yourself a favor and watch-they are inspiring, riveting and tear provoking. I clearly feel I should do more after watching them, push boundaries and make more, more, more......

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

today is just that kind of day


By Billy Collins
If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.

Such a lovely poem, it's early, I'm drinking my coffee and eating a homemade banana nut muffin (dairy free, egg free-yep, that's vegan). I've got a few great things going on, one of them being that it's almost summer. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy teaching, but this time of year will try even the most seasoned teacher. More art coming soon, I'm getting ready to officially launch my website too, just a few tucks, pulls and tweaks. Happy Friday everyone.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Just Right

so sorry person who took this-i lost the contact info, apologies, apologies

 There are stretches when you can feel time moving past you like water through oars.
There is time that you would anxiously like to get back.
Time that you would gladly tuck away.
Time that is wasted.

Many nights I just prop my feet up, think I should be "doing something else"......

Lately, I've been remembering this feeling I used to get when my children were younger and before I even had kids....that feeling that everything is aligned just right. When my babies were, well, babies, it could be that time when the newborn fell asleep on your chest, nestled just right, the other child out with his dad, the Christmas tree is glowing like the best kind of candy, a drink is within hand's reach, a really good movie has come on (one you have been meaning to watch) and the remote isn't even needed, there's no where to go, I am hunkered down and content.
When I was a kid, it could be a book, a comfy seat on a long car ride, a snack. A rainy day, spending time drawing in my studio, good Podcast on (Radiolab or Studio 360 or This American Life), child doodling on the soft furry rug (on paper, of course!), flow.
I know people would call this syncronicity or something fancy like that but it's simply not that easy to explain. And I haven't felt it in so long....the kids all falling asleep in their PJ's coming home from a day out, the dogs not barking as we ninja style sneak them in the house....that perfect run on a tree lined road in October. Oh, elusive feeling, where are you?
These days it  feels like I'm keeping tops all spinning at once on a very slippery table. None are turning at the same frequency, or are the same color, shape or size. It'll come again.

P.S-From the cliffhanger the other day, (yes you had to read all of that drivel to get to this excitement), my neighbor's ALARM was going off. A gaggle of us watched the policemen trying to break into my friend's home only to find the front door open, no, she said later to said police officers, I wasn't robbed, my house just looks that way-love it!

Wednesday, May 18, 2011


I am hiding in my studio as I write this. If I type too loudly, they will find me (never mind, I've been found).
Lately, I have been browsing the Vacation By Owner listings for historic properties in Central Virginia. I am needing that working and yet relaxing vacation sometime soon. Just a long weekend in an Empire Style Victorian overlooking the Shenandoah Mountains, thank you. I'm thinking of inviting some friends who may want some time to write, knit, or do something creative with their free time and then also want to trapse off to a winery or two in the afternoon....I think I'd go nuts if it were just me in that big ole' house...wait a minute, did I just say that?

cool liner paper from discarded book found in school library

also from that book about Rockets-love that it's dedicated to three sisters

nice card i got yesterday when they forgot my soy latte-man, i love when that happens

Yesterday, I went to our local mall to take down my students' art display (it's a countywide shindig) and after grabbed a soy latte at the Starbuck's kiosk. I watched as coconut something or others all cascaded by me-all topped with forbidden whipped cream (oh, how I loved you).  Yet, my more orthopedic shoe drink did not make its way across the counter. Eventually, I said something, I actually wasn't in too much of a hurry. Apologetic, the barista whipped it up along with this beautiful card-yes, I am a sucker for such things-the great art and customer service.
Now I am typing this with my 5 year old on my lap because of thunderstorms. And police officers have just pulled up to my neighbor's house.....my goodness, it's no wonder. More later.....(obviously).

Friday, May 06, 2011

Pictures Worth a 1000 Words

Beautiful necklace from Bethtastic on Etsy
Since, I haven't come up with any witty insights or deep thoughts recently please enjoy these pictures......I'll explain more later (if I could just put this little girl down. Anyone have daughters? What is up with 3 year old girls?)

Middleburg Point to Point

My sets in action (the buildings on the sides)

A blur.....

Twin Oaks Winery-I want to go to there.....


More jumping! 

Wednesday, May 04, 2011

6 Is Good For Me

WIP-simple birdhouse

I have a problem these days. I seem to be both a morning and a night person. Actually come to think of it, I'm just a person who needs a little quiet time. So desperate that I stay up until 12:38 just doing whatever I WANT to-wow! I doodle, make art, eat the kid's brownies (ones I brought home from Grandma's house, treats that they don't know about-oops), watch stupid television and movies with the plot line of eight twenty somethings, the woods, ketchup for blood kind of things. Yes, I have a problem. Thing is is that when I get 6 hours of sleep I function better than 7 or 8. This drives my husband nuts. I can't sleep in, I can't go to bed early either. I know the guidelines say 7-8 hours for good health but then I just read the other day that there are some of us who can work with less. Honestly, I wish I didn't have to sleep at all (without all of the being tired stuff, of course).

 So, are you a morning or a night person or both?

Monday, May 02, 2011

Three Sisters Island

So, lucky me, I am one of 52 Washington DC artists who were picked to be part of the newest Art In Hand deck (of cards). Pretty darn cool. Once again, my scanner doesn't do it much justice....Most people think of Washington monuments, White Houses and politics when they think of our Nation's Capitol but no, NOT me, I think about driving in to DC on the GW Parkway and looking down into the Potomac River that runs parallel. There are quite a few rocky mini islands in the water and one day either my mother or a friend of hers (I think it was a family friend) told me of the legend of the Three Sisters Islands. Legend has it that three American Indian sisters were being pursued by a Chieftain and tried to cross and drowned there. Apparently, these three islands are known to this day as being magnets for boats to crash into, the Coast Guard (or whoever does the Potomac rescues) are called out there quite a bit. So I drew/painted my three ghostly sisters on top of a vintage Girl Scout manual page on How To Canoe....very appropriate.
Most of our originals will be on display at the Touchstone Gallery in DC in July.