I admit it–I buy only the best quality secondhand clothing that I can find. Go ahead. Call me snooty.
Ida primps
She spends quite a bit of time in front of that mirror, but who are we to judge?
Daily drawing sessions
Drawing is like anything else—do it a lot and you get better. Since most of my art has been of the 3-D variety, I never practiced drawing until a few years ago. Now I start most mornings with a pencil in my hand even if I only have a few minutes to draw something simple.
Frightening birthday clown
I have written before about my birthday ritual, which takes the place of gift-giving. The ritual is this—I go to a thrift store with my family and have them compete with each other to find the ugliest and most useless item. I choose and then buy the most hideous of the tsotchkes & proclaim the person who found it to be the winner. I turned 66 in April. My husband won the competition with this frightening clown. It looks like it was a part of something larger—perhaps a lamp that would scare children into doing whatever their parents told them to do? Some sort of nightmare-inducing game? Whatever it was, it now lives in my studio and makes me laugh whenever I look at it.
The birds have something to say
After the loud, scary storm finally ended, the birds came back to my yard. As they hunted around for worms, they seemed to be commenting to each other about the violence of the storm. To me it sounded a lot like they were screeching “WHAT THE HELL????”
Scared
Many things scare the pants offa me. In order to have an interesting life, I do them anyway.
Pig progress
Prepping the inside of the pig ear, finishing the tiling, and starting to grout.
Perhaps I should save some for later
It’s good to be friends with people who aren’t just like you
Absolutely don’t give a shit
About two minutes after I’d met him, the experienced hairdresser said, “You’d look 10 years younger if you colored your hair.”
Not only do I not give a shit about looking younger, I don’t even know why I’d want to give a shit.
