Spent most of today outside ripping up dead stuff from the garden. Managed to get poked by a blackberry bush. Hid the rest of the day inside at the sewing machine. I'm too cheap to get new sheets when all that's wrong with the set I have is the fitted part is wearing a bit thin. So I'm mending them. How lame is that? Ah well, with the news of $5-10K to fix the concrete stairs and the rotting wood on the house by the stairs...I guess I feel kinda strapped for excess funds. Mended sheets it is then.
Sometimes I find the prettiest of things in my stash of stuff. This glittery butterfly came from a scrapbooking retreat I went on. It was attached to the gift bag filled with homemade caramel popcorn. Damn, that was good popcorn!
I painted this yesterday which was a good thing since I didn't paint today. Instead, I cut about half of the old suckers off my plum tree. My arms are sore and my knuckles hurt. And I have an apple tree to prune too. Ugh.
Well, property ownership. That's the hot and the cold of it.
When is white not really white? When it's next to another 'white'.
It's amazing how many things we call white when really they're not. It's all variations and shades. Just ask any interior designer. There is no easy thing to point to and say "that's truly the whitest white of all the whiteness that ever was!"
But then again, why would you want to? That'd be so boring. Better the variations.
I have to say, the white gel pen from Sakura is the best white pen out there. If you don't use one in your art, you really should. It's totally fabulous to use. I love it. I buy one every chance I get. Perhaps I should use more of them up before I buy any more.
I've been spending quite a bit of time looking through photos since 2006, when Maggie Mae joined our family. We have a lot of pictures of our cute & shy dog! The count is up past 2,000 and I'm not done gathering them all up yet. Movies too. It's so sad I'll never be able to take another photo of her. I'm planning on making a book up of a lot of her photos. I imagine it will be a rather big book.
I wanted to never write about this. I wanted my dog, my heartbeat at my feet, to live forever.
I am devastated.
April 15, 2000 - February 7, 2015
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. I could see that you were crying. You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear, “It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today. Your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care. I want to re-assure you, that I’m not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said “It’s me.”
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It’s possible for me to be so near you everyday. To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew… in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning and say “Good-night, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out… then come home to be with me. - Colleen Fitzsimmons
Okay, okay, so I should've posted earlier, but we've been Netflixed. We're on Season 2 of the new Doctor Who, and Rose Tyler just died. So seriously, how can you expect me to have posted earlier? I mean really!
oooh, check it out! All those juicy details...a scanner bar from a piece of luggage, a chip from an old credit card, chunky paint and silver overlayering. OOOoooooo....it's simply too much fun.