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Here is a bit of classic Seinfeld.

 

My Mom found chickens that lay colored eggs.  They were light blue and green in pastel shades and the chicken laid them that way.  It was like Easter every morning.  This was way back in the early 1970’s and way before Martha made them popular.  We quietly ate the eggs for breakfast, used them for baking, and hard boiled them, too. 

We thought we were quite the trend setters and all of the neighbors were talking about those Easter Egg chickens that we raised.  They were the hit of our county fair in WV.  People couldn’t get over the eggs! 

They are odd looking birds with no butts and full beards, even the girls.  The picture to the left is a female who has not started laying eggs yet.  How do I know that you may ask?  See that red think on top of her head.  If she were a boy it would be larger, from the start.  Once a female starts laying eggs it starts to grow, but unlike a rooster they do not stand straight up.  They flop over and end up like bangs covering the eye if  she is an eggy over achiever!

We had a few exotic breeds of chickens.  I mentioned previously about my pet in the box in my bedroom, the Frizzle.  We had some that had feathered legs and feet and some that had fur and purple faces (furry and downy like feathers). 

So next time Martha talks about her colored egg laying chickens remember that my mother, Shirley, found them first!  Of course, my Mom wasn’t on TV and a media mogul, just a farmer lady living in WV.  She was way ahead of her time! 

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Sometimes I think I may have been born in the wrong generation.  I think that I am better suited for another place and time.  I think of the 20’s and 30’s.  Where women dresses in big skirts, corsets, and always dressed for dinner.  Ah, that would be a great time to live.  Then I think for a minute about no indoor plumbing, no hot water running from the tap and no air conditioning and my thoughts send me racing back to the current. 

I guess by collaging with vintage images I can dabble in times gone by without actually living there.  I can play and interact with the “people,” but keep them in my time and place. 

Here are 3 ATCs I made which are available for trade.  I titled them Party, Poise and Live

Do you ever dream up lives for the images you are working with, wonder what they are thinking, how they lived?  Or do you just glue them and forget about them? 

 

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It seems at all of the award ceremonies they mention that the diamonds were donated by Harry Winston.  I wonder what would happen if an earring went missing, a bracelet dropped off and was snatched, a necklace went south?  Would that person be liable for the costs or do they have insurance to cover it?  I know that they do it for publicity, but who has that kind of money just laying around to plunk it on a necklace they saw {insert Hollywood star name here} was wearing?  Wouldn’t most of the people that had that kind of money either be at the show or have better things to do besides watch the show?  I am just saying. 

I have been busy creating the necklaces to go with the charms I made previously.  I like combining the vintage beads with the pendants with the clip earrings added to them.  I think it dresses them up a bit.

 

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What about you?  Are you making anything new?  Playing with any new media?  Tried and failed?  Still working through the process? 

 

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Often in the crafting and blog community some of our “friends” become sick, are having a hard time, or are in need of a pick me up.  One of the flickr groups I belong to is the Faerie Zine.  It is a membership only group and I am privileged to be a part of it.  Some of the artists in that group make me feel very inferior, but every so often one of them honors me by recognizing my work as great.  That makes my heart sing!

ballerina1Recently, one of the members of the group was hospitalized and has since returned home.  They asked for contributions to create a book of artwork to cheer her up.  I thought I would answer the call and contribute this piece.  I call it Dream and Believe

As you can see that ballerina image is getting a lot of use in my artwork.  The quote is from a book about things I have learned.  It is full of quotations by people of all ages on what they have learned in life.  Some of the comments are very profound.  This one spoke to me especially. 

The flowers are some of my doodles and I am still perfecting this technique.  All in all, I am very pleased with how this one came out.  On the back of the image I used a page from a French book and make it a title card.  I finished it off with some bronze inks. 

Here’s hoping your day is full of miracles, ordinary and extraordinary ones!

Let’s pause today to remember

those that made the ultimate sacrifice

for the freedoms we enjoy. 

Take a moment to say thanks!

Okay, bear with me and I promise it will be over soon!  Here is one more lovely performance by Bette.  This one as Johnny Carson’s last guest on his last Tonight Show. 

Enjoy!

 

If I were ever to have a girl crush it would most certainly be with Bette.  She is bold, brassy, and unashamedly herself…always!  I love about everything she has done. 

This video I dedicate to you my beloved blog readers…lurkers and commenters alike…My One True Friend

 

I, from as long as I can remember, always wanted to learn ballet and be a ballerina.  ballerina I, for as long as I can remember, have always been a chubby fat kid.  I am tall for a lady, 5′ 10″ and would be a good long and lean line, but there are the breasts, hips and thighs to consider.  Oh… and the tummy and flabby arms.  Needless to say, the costume was pure torture to wear.

My Mom, bless her heart, never dissuaded me from my dreams or wants.  If Cindy wanted to take ballet classes she was going to take them.  I remember every week getting into my black leotard with the pink tights.  I remember thinking I looked stunning in that outfit.  That was until I heard the other girls snickering and talking behind my back. 

I remember crying to my mother and wanting to quit, but she was having none of it.  She told me that the only way to beat them was to not quit!  She said that size didn’t matter if I was doing something I loved.  So on I went with the classes for another few months until I found something else I wanted to do more.  Mom was at every one of my recitals and was so proud of me even when I was in the background. 

Then in my Junior year in high school, I decided to try out for the cheerleading squad.  I was still that chubby kid, but again I wanted to do it.  I remember the teacher in charge telling my Mom that she needed to talk me out of trying out.  My Mom told her that I was going to try out and let the chips fall where they may.  Ever my cheerleader she was!

You guessed it, I was not a Tyler Co. Red Raider cheerleader, but I was at every game cheering along and screaming in the stands.  My Mom was right by my side the whole time.  My little brother, Tom, was on the team. 

So next time anyone tells you that you cannot, remember my Mom who always told me to try. 

 

Don’t Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road your trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and its turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When they might have won, had they stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victors cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when your hardest hit,
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit!

~Author Unknown

End of Poem

 

Since my parents both worked I spent a lot of time with my Grandma and my Great Aunts.  My Grandma was named Charlotte, but all of her friends called her Lottie.  My Great Aunts, Rose and Minnie, were her sisters.  Grandma did marry, but my Grandfather who was a merchant seaman ran off when her children were young.  Aunts Minne and Rose lived with Grandma and helped her to take care of her 3 children, my Uncles Bob and Tom and my Aunt Sis (also Charlotte, but she was a real chicken so they called her Sissy and it stuck).

I remember Grandma getting ready for her visit to the VFW.  She was a great supporter of the VFW and sold poppies from time to time.  She worked for the auxiliary, too.  She always had the most remarkable and sparkly clip on earrings.  She often let me try them on as she was getting ready to go.  I loved how they sparkled and remember how they pinched my ears!  Grandma looked like a movie star in her dress and jewels.  So different from the house dresses I usually saw her in.  I guess that love never went away as I still like playing with the vintage beads and the clip on earrings.

pendants I used to pass up the earrings, but then an idea clicked.  Why not take off the back and glue them onto an altered game piece?  It is amazing to me how ideas sometimes click into my head. 

Here are the other pendants I made from clip on earrings.  You will see some pairs in there, too.  I think Grandma would be proud!  It is like working with them ties me back to my Grandma all over again.  I can see her smiling and Aunts Minnie and Rose cheering me on! 

On Sunday I went to the Farmer’s Market.  They have a flea market on Sundays.  There is a lady that I get a lot of costume jewelry from there, but she was not there today.  I did find these awesome images, though.

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They had been made into bridge tallies.  There was a string in the holes in the upper left.  I fell in love with the ballerina.  Tomorrow you will find out why. 

Quote O’ The Month

"What this world needs
is a new kind of army
- the army of the kind."
~Cleveland Amory

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