Art Scout

 An Art Scout's motto is to always be prepared!

I recently scored foam brushes and bottles of paint at a sale and honest that's all I planned to buy.  But when you're an Art Scout you gotta be ahead of the game and be ready for future crafty delights.  At least that's how this Art Scout sees it.

I think my friend Roxy is an Art Scout cause look at the cool notepad she gifted me for my birthday!  I wasted no time in jotting down crazy ideas for the next Holiday Boutique and themes for upcoming workshops.   

One idea that I immediately jotted down was "A Blue Christmas" workshop which was inspired by my love of blue.  Another idea was a pink, red, and berrylicious valentines make-it-take-it evening which is scheduled for next month. 

Speaking of "blue," how do you like my darling hen?  She was a Christmas gift from Christina.  I love it's vintage charm and she's got my name tattooed on her neck!  She's a gangsta chicken!!!  Sandra, a very talented artist from Texas, stitched and painted her up.  Love it!

Are you an Art Scout and what are you preparing for?
Go make some art and remember to Trust Your Crazy Ideas.  
                              

Where I've Been

I got lost but I found my way back.  

I participated in my first Holiday Boutique ever and it was great! 

I had a total of three weeks to prepare for the Holiday Boutique and in that time I managed to knit six scarves......

My hubby and I made a few photo holders that eventually sold out.....

I pulled a few all-nighters to make one-of-a-kind ornaments and by the end of the show the spinner rack was empty.  I already have ideas brewing for next year's Boutique and I hope to have a wider range of items due to me knowing months in advance that I'll be participating.  

I had a birthday celebration and you want to hear something funny?  I found out I'm a year older than I thought I was going to be!!!!  Yep folks.  All last year I kept thinking I was 54 years old and in reality I was 55.  I'm gradually getting over the fact that I missed my 55th year.  I can't believe it.  I was so bummed out.  My 55th year slipped right by me and I didn't even know it.  Oh well.  Anyway, here I am at the table waiting for everyone to sing Happy Birthday to me and see that smile on my face?  That was a smile of anticipation for my 55th year.  LOL!  Little Penny was the only one who didn't think it was funny.  

Well, now that you've had a few glimpses as to where I've been,  Penny and I want to wish you all a very Happy New Year.  May it be filled with good health and hefty doses of laughter.  And if you're 55, enjoy it for me will ya?

Delightful Artventures

I've been busy preparing for a workshop - The Ghoulfriends, A Halloween Journal With Tags

 We'll be assembling a book with pages to record  Halloween memories and thoughts.  These pages are not limited to ghoulish reflections only!  Each journal should be about your personal experiences and if Halloween is not your thing, you don't have to abide by that theme.  I just happen to have fond memories of that jolly holiday!

There will be lace pockets to hold the tags which we will be painting, stamping and adorning with ghoulish delights.  There's plenty of room behind these 8 x 4 tags to continue with your journaling artventures.  See how I journaled on the opposing page?  It was fun digging up pictures of past Halloween jaunts.

I like to give my tag girls names.  This one is Lost Soul.  She's been searching deep to find herself for several years.  Other tags from this workshop have names like Twilight, Raven and Black Magic Woman.  I find them to be hauntingly beautiful and not scary as their name may imply.  I hope you'll join me in this fun day of art making.  

And now for some news.  Great News!  Breaking News! Extra! Extra!  Guess what?  See that little cowboy below?  Well, he's a grown-up now and just two weeks ago he made ME a grandma!  YES!  I'm the happy grandmother of a bouncing baby girl!!   

Here she is being held by a very proud gramps.  LOL!  I can't stop staring at my little Penny.  And I swear, but not loud enough for her to hear me, that each time I see her she looks a little different.  As if she's changing every other day.  I wonder how she'll look next time I see her.  Probably more beautiful than the last time I saw her.  LOL!!!  I am a very happy and sappy grandma!

As you can see, these past two weeks have been a whirlwind of various activities.  I got behind in producing a sample of my Ghoulfriends Journal due to my constant visits with you-know-who.  

Have a great weekend.  Make sure to get your fingers dirty with paint, ink and glue.  Those are great signs of fantastic times!

Cozy Inchie

The word prompt at Every Inchie Monday is "Cozy."  Doesn't this kitty look cozy sleeping on a pile of yarn? 

This is the man responsible for creating the "yarn monster" in me!

My love of yarn began in the fifth grade when Sister Evangeline announced that she would be offering knitting lessons to girls after school.  I was pretty excited about this and I immediately signed up.
The big day came when we were to meet after school in Sister Evangeline's class.  Throughout the day girls would bring out their skein of yarn for show and tell to one another. I remember seeing shades of baby pink, baby yellow mixed with white and someone had this wild color combination of black with primary colors.  Everyone had brought their yarn to school except me.  My dad was going to bring my yarn and knitting needles later in the afternoon before leaving for work (he had the night shift).  My mother didn't drive and she was too pregnant to go out walking to shop for my supplies.  So that left Dad. 
We were all gathered in Sister's class ready to begin the first lesson and I still didn't have my yarn and needles.  I didn't know what it was like to sweat bullets but I think I learned about it that day.  All of a sudden there was a knock on the classroom's door and lo and behold it was my daddy!  He gave me a quick glance with a grin and a nod that seemed to say "Here's your stuff."  When I opened the bag from Newberry's there was a pair of white plastic knitting needles and a beautiful skein of coral yarn.  I think I got my love of color from my dad.  
I quickly caught on with casting, knitting and purling and by the end of our first project I was sporting a pretty jazzy coral headband.  Our next projects included knitting slippers (mine were medium yellow) and then baby booties (mine were a mix of various pinks that I had to donate for the school's White Elephant Booth).  By summer I began knitting lots of baby booties for my baby "something" (we never knew what we were going to get back then) that was coming in July.  I stuck with basic colors like white, mint and yellow and when "she" was born I saw to it that her feet were never cold.  
I suppose it's safe to say, and I'm sure you'll agree, that my love of yarn stems from that first skein of coral yarn that my father bought and chose for me.  And I think it's safe to say, and I'm sure you'll agree,  that my kitty's love of yarn comes from that basket of yarn I hope to make future projects with! 

Change

"CHANGE" is the prompt this week at Every Inchie Monday and as  you all know there's a lot of changing that goes on in fitting rooms.  Some good, some downright BAD.

Decades ago (at first I typed out many years ago, then I changed it to several years ago but in reality it was many decades ago and who am I kidding anyway) I worked in a department store where on occasion I'd stand at the fitting room handing out numbered tickets to customers.  I wore a red smock (we all did) and thankfully red was my color.  I was young(er), had long hair and when customers weren't trying to score a date with me they were yelling at me because they couldn't try on underwear.  as in panties.  Which reminds me, try not to buy underwear that isn't in a package cause you just never know.
Working in a department store taught me a couple things.  First, never argue with the customer because no matter how stupid their claim is they're always gonna be right and you can possibly loose your job if you tell them like it is.  Two, if something really cool goes on sale the majority of the employees will have their hands on it before the sale starts and the only sizes left will be the 0's or 1's.  How many times has that happened to YOU?  This was back in the days when sale prices ranged anywhere from $3.99 - $7.99 max and we're talking clothing items!
Even today, several decades later, I have dreams about going to work at that same place.  I actually call them nightmares.  A typical dream will go like this.  I walk into the store and have no idea what my schedule is cause I haven't been to work in a really long time.  Duh.  I walk back to the fitting room area and just stand there wondering when my next day off is.  
If you work at a fitting room, I have high respect for you and I will promise you that if I come to your fitting room, I will NOT be asking you if I can try on a pair of panties.
This post has been brought to you by the word CHANGE.  As in "change of clothes, time, job and panties."      
     

Re-purposed Artventures

It's taken a while to get my Daughter-in-Law's baby shower album together. 

I made the decision to re-purpose a binder that's been waiting quietly in a drawer for it's "one day" moment.

I took a piece of sandpaper and gave this old slick binder some "tooth" for paint to hold onto.  

After I sanded it down, I gave it a thick coat of white gesso and then the fun began!

Paint and decorative stamps covered the front and back covers of my binder giving it a new look!

The inside covers got "the treatment" too with decorative paper!

I thought long and hard about punching holes at the spine to hang fiber.  Should I?  Shouldn't I?  Slowly, a fiber pile developed.

Before long THIS was born!  I added buttons, beads and hung tags that I'd been saving (again for that one-day-moment).  I added ric-rac and a row of flowers.  I added more flowers onto the front and back covers and I was done for the day.

This is my first attempt at scrapbooking.  Thinking of the word "scrapbook" gives me  hives.  I prefer the word "memory art."  I had the most difficult time trying to decide where to start.  Once I made the decision to rely on the painting techniques that I've taught in a few of my workshops, I was over the first hurdle.  My love of fiber followed.
If there's one thing I've learned from this experience, it's that everything will fall right into place if I go with what I love, which in this case happened to be  paint, stamps and fiber.
My next challenge will be the page inserts.  The paper has been chosen, cut down to size and is now waiting to be attacked by pictures.  I've got to approach this one step at a time and maybe if I look at it as a journaling page, it too will come together in the end.  Wish me luck!


  
    

Imagine

Imagine is the theme over at Every Inchie Monday.  Can you IMAGINE watching the news and not hearing about a war, hate crime or other acts of violence?  

Can you IMAGINE living in a world where everyone is equal and treated with mutual respect?

Can you IMAGINE loving the same person for 32 years?  

Imagining how life could be, should be and is were the the ideas behind my IMAGINE inchies.  And yes, we've been married 32 years and he has a '63 bug!  And no, that's not us in the VW window.  Remember when couples used to sit real close together while driving around town?  That was before mandatory seat belt regulations for you youngsters who are scratching your heads.  And yes we wore our seat belts.  LOL!  
Try to live in peace, treat those around you with mutual respect, and don't be intimidated by love.  Now go make some art!