tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68831239872249995932024-03-13T13:44:14.431-04:00Breathe Art!Simply using words and pictures to share my artistic and philosophic ideas. Be well and breathe...Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-23278169139785524662008-11-20T21:01:00.006-05:002008-11-20T21:05:19.148-05:00Knit Appeal!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBToVonoJTYyJ-36tqBVLQzRf-7BTCd4e1aNEBnZLq031yX4pbkILPr4XMOr1kVr4kQlol5IR3vsps70h2lqB5Pejf_nswZncWNnaMZVrHebFys5DjZtYUEM4BvzGeIT1DricDwzHsbBW/s1600-h/stack1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBToVonoJTYyJ-36tqBVLQzRf-7BTCd4e1aNEBnZLq031yX4pbkILPr4XMOr1kVr4kQlol5IR3vsps70h2lqB5Pejf_nswZncWNnaMZVrHebFys5DjZtYUEM4BvzGeIT1DricDwzHsbBW/s200/stack1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270926051076555042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0dFuKHdVEO1h0G2h4qBQyCnl2loZzR8wHbKRvbDNID9pV8vrMpqBjCQz_4v1I85MXjNjLwiKijNJtXVyRpJQYSR1ZBKpUPOpPigVBkrfQKthC-S1hXWvU612POURWqiZlAqp3zSFh1nJS/s1600-h/green3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0dFuKHdVEO1h0G2h4qBQyCnl2loZzR8wHbKRvbDNID9pV8vrMpqBjCQz_4v1I85MXjNjLwiKijNJtXVyRpJQYSR1ZBKpUPOpPigVBkrfQKthC-S1hXWvU612POURWqiZlAqp3zSFh1nJS/s200/green3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270925937952436498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh94QRWhY5mdgLX6A-jpcXtdllYlAVkNjOtzW6Ttr6WIU0awZXoeY1d0_Pa7-L3afYHS2dGhn13cH6Gy1JlY05-zuv4XierG7KCxtciMSEvW8t1E4rUWjjY_T5n95ftyHOQFdkz369s1UUR/s1600-h/oat-neck3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh94QRWhY5mdgLX6A-jpcXtdllYlAVkNjOtzW6Ttr6WIU0awZXoeY1d0_Pa7-L3afYHS2dGhn13cH6Gy1JlY05-zuv4XierG7KCxtciMSEvW8t1E4rUWjjY_T5n95ftyHOQFdkz369s1UUR/s200/oat-neck3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270925852755298786" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I am working it! Lots of projects done: plenty more to to go. Having fun in the process, and that's what's up.<br /><br />These items will be featured on Etsy soon. Here's a sneak preview:Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-47862838193752231482008-11-18T12:14:00.004-05:002008-11-18T12:28:53.699-05:00More for Lou and Michele!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLetdfMMqvBOiYaB4_53GXacNjt3ZI9D2QrnKwYrv1ULfB3yzegGdK0j67IBl40dsv06OioV2FBsP84JgGow43wew1t8irti-7o8kbjhQs3dMXvqdTl2HoH0PlPQGt3OzS7czUD2CCOZms/s1600-h/DSC_1948.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLetdfMMqvBOiYaB4_53GXacNjt3ZI9D2QrnKwYrv1ULfB3yzegGdK0j67IBl40dsv06OioV2FBsP84JgGow43wew1t8irti-7o8kbjhQs3dMXvqdTl2HoH0PlPQGt3OzS7czUD2CCOZms/s320/DSC_1948.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270048941526157330" border="0" /></a><br />Hello beautiful people!<br />(Go to :http://www.fllickr.com/photos/StefaniVP to see the rest of the images...)<br />The Kitty Yoshida cell/iPod pouches pictures are just close-ups. The material is quite sturdy (not a flimsy cotton.) The other is the sea-green iPod case, starring my classic, beat-up Nano. I put a strawberry red flower in front (just to show the size of the flowers), and I am felting a deep purple one for this case. There is a button to be attached for the loop at the top. This is another sturdy item, not flimsy at all. I have a white one for Victoria with a flower and a loop for her arm.<br /><br />I'm thinking about mailing you a few different items: I don't think the computer really portrays the true look and feel of the items. I'm SURE you'll like them more if you can touch them! Let me know if you want to do it that way. You can choose what you want, and mail back the rest. I am re-doing all my sites, so most of the saks will not be listed for a while. CALL ME!!!!!!! Love you guys!Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-45881545592841804062008-11-06T10:06:00.005-05:002008-11-06T10:10:22.349-05:00For Lou<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji50Mc-os053KKhpH9K6J5DqzZTH6w46ZhwjT1FsD-Vb6PH7SqxNtDW9xEQHNmKtM_B-BvVCt2V0E74RSbjiz_9KgsAXfe75cVyoC3RXQtIssmWyHP3PcjLpd9eUFXJNZzJ4xY4L_wFjS3/s1600-h/spacloth1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji50Mc-os053KKhpH9K6J5DqzZTH6w46ZhwjT1FsD-Vb6PH7SqxNtDW9xEQHNmKtM_B-BvVCt2V0E74RSbjiz_9KgsAXfe75cVyoC3RXQtIssmWyHP3PcjLpd9eUFXJNZzJ4xY4L_wFjS3/s320/spacloth1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265561685949566866" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipbDui4uI5d9rod1Ws8v0_q-dvC_VkNgY9CNgrvcer7U5Ib3sLu8825Xh11d2zPm3Ni999-du0PF2Y__NHwdkWr7wxVhgfRj6a6mYwcDcRE5v9z-wT6csBxynj5DvK_KWGxCjNh0qdNbco/s1600-h/fingerless2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipbDui4uI5d9rod1Ws8v0_q-dvC_VkNgY9CNgrvcer7U5Ib3sLu8825Xh11d2zPm3Ni999-du0PF2Y__NHwdkWr7wxVhgfRj6a6mYwcDcRE5v9z-wT6csBxynj5DvK_KWGxCjNh0qdNbco/s320/fingerless2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265561597120533330" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-oXEP2UoStKYcWGgWc69a184czedpGNiDCIheFK1uKjYMASZFdEIRju226QWqj_d9oCarOzXbA8CVimK1BRSu5VvPIrCnHD0P7adBMDRyA9UuLHvzDyhlpMruUNgtZsJ1bd7KU7CLoiGR/s1600-h/fingerless1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-oXEP2UoStKYcWGgWc69a184czedpGNiDCIheFK1uKjYMASZFdEIRju226QWqj_d9oCarOzXbA8CVimK1BRSu5VvPIrCnHD0P7adBMDRyA9UuLHvzDyhlpMruUNgtZsJ1bd7KU7CLoiGR/s320/fingerless1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265561530860818594" border="0" /></a><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjj6UksxdPv3YyXXLsN5wTsT02bCvijRR4w7lHT5U9dGHQzhxuy4eOiQMj3SudIOI9zrSToqg0EMVaAW_uSdxu-ZRWE-xpyRvI6O0tRo3zT108K2DCFTaSrIflHCn3it8NI86X4B14y3m2/s1600-h/fabric_Victoria.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjj6UksxdPv3YyXXLsN5wTsT02bCvijRR4w7lHT5U9dGHQzhxuy4eOiQMj3SudIOI9zrSToqg0EMVaAW_uSdxu-ZRWE-xpyRvI6O0tRo3zT108K2DCFTaSrIflHCn3it8NI86X4B14y3m2/s320/fabric_Victoria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265561414021452914" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Photos of products, as promised. The spa cloth, fingerless gloves, and fabric for Victoria. Call me Saturday! Love you!<br /><br />StefBreathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-85899037231912496052008-11-04T11:10:00.005-05:002008-11-06T10:06:29.131-05:00Voting... An Old Family TraditionKP and I were at the polls at 5:45 AM, and were numbers 4 and 5 to vote. We took our fold-up outside-concert-chairs, filled our travel mugs with coffee to the brim, and sat with other overly anxious voters until the doors opened at 6:55. I also took my crocheting with me (another old family tradition!) While waiting, I thought long and hard about my great-great-great grandfather, Beverly (yes, <span style="font-style: italic;">Beverly</span>) who got up at 3 AM to walk with his neighbors to vote in the 1866 election.<br /><br />He was a Republican.<br /><br />The reason I know so much about him is because he had to testify before a Senate hearing committee (yes, a Black man in the mid-1800s) and it's in the history books. He witnessed the brutal slaying of a group of men who also walked miles to vote in the election. His life was spared. And because it was, I am able to vote in this historic election...Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-41972610003817087732008-11-03T21:26:00.006-05:002008-11-03T21:35:33.039-05:00I'm IN... Like a Virgin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvpEtWmAkmcHQ8T7QROOxk37ain0YZzIOlMCsobk8BQx6E_ery54D3SpR2aM18erQ4tOHKc8JoMz7_prcI29LamhtB9S_Ey-1gEzjfkgoJPP1JK6MZ0V18xX4BFsJ5EilVoHHSSQGrZQEg/s1600-h/spacloths_blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvpEtWmAkmcHQ8T7QROOxk37ain0YZzIOlMCsobk8BQx6E_ery54D3SpR2aM18erQ4tOHKc8JoMz7_prcI29LamhtB9S_Ey-1gEzjfkgoJPP1JK6MZ0V18xX4BFsJ5EilVoHHSSQGrZQEg/s320/spacloths_blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264624766816692978" border="0" /></a>I was FINALLY asked to join Ravelry.com today... what an honor! And I'm feelin' like a virgin 'cause it seems like the BEST of the BEST are on this site! SO it's a pleasure to brag about my first time ...<br /><br />It's 9:30 and I'm making <span style="font-style: italic;">soap-saks</span>... watching the game... getting up at 5:30 to be at the polls at 6 AM to exercise my right to vote.<br /><br />And it doesn't cost a dime.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtUEKTPIhvyagpikoXQ3aGwXYGaOOz4r7_KafW7_87sFhV1qztcYOoM5ye0bMUH387MlcHDdfgRZDZHu27sefQ7N3xiCxmq1wf9KwjUMA2ChSSkh69ysHpoUCRUVl6QvDS_Cbu9Z2EMCZC/s1600-h/ravelry_avitar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtUEKTPIhvyagpikoXQ3aGwXYGaOOz4r7_KafW7_87sFhV1qztcYOoM5ye0bMUH387MlcHDdfgRZDZHu27sefQ7N3xiCxmq1wf9KwjUMA2ChSSkh69ysHpoUCRUVl6QvDS_Cbu9Z2EMCZC/s320/ravelry_avitar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264625378312232162" border="0" /></a>Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-56579414500994029692008-10-24T11:22:00.004-04:002008-10-24T11:41:33.569-04:00Use What You Got...<span style="font-weight: bold;">One thing I am sure of today</span>: the economy will turn back around. In the meantime, this is a great time to re-invent oneself. I've already begun! I'm changing my relationship with money because my previous relationship failed. I love spending money on what needs to be taken care of, and, of course, on what I want! Now I've decided to <span style="font-style: italic;">exchange</span> rather than spend: this small paradigm shift with my words is creating a new internal vibe, which is more productive and less stressful in the long run.<br /><br />Being a lifetime member of the creative society, I constantly have ideas running through my brain and coming out of my mouth. Funding each idea can be tricky. Needless to say, there are a lot of soon-to-be-birthed goodies, written out on brown paper, hanging on my bulletin board... waiting... waiting...<br /><br />In the meantime, I intend to use what I already have... most, if not all of it! I have so many art supplies! Two weeks ago I purchased a few unfinished shelves from Michael's and had my husband hang 2 in my studio to house my favorite art books. (Shelves are a great floor space saver!) I forgot that I am very good at using pastels, color pencils, and clay: I have the projects and reference books to prove it! But the books have been buried under piles of other art stuff. Pulling them out, dusting them off, and placing them within plain sight inspires me every day that I am in my studio!<br /><br />I look forward to using what I already have (my current supplies and books) to get what I <span style="font-weight: bold;">really</span> want: <span style="font-style: italic;">the satisfaction of seeing the creations that run through my brain come to fruition.</span>Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-58950903922320058792008-10-20T17:04:00.002-04:002008-10-20T17:11:24.144-04:00In the Attic...I rediscovered knitting while healing after surgery.<br />Learned how to almost 40 years ago, and forgot how much I loved it... counting stitches!<br />Aunt Vivi, the matriarch of the Vance family (now 97 years young) gave me my first pair of needles, first ball of yarn, and first crochet hook... told me to go for it. Once I latched on I did not stop, until I developed a social life.<br />I used knitting needles, pencils, and anything else I could find to work the right sized stitch. And I'm back at it again, loving every minute of it.Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-11890562332326897442008-08-26T09:28:00.004-04:002008-08-26T09:36:21.927-04:00Case History... Literally!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TtcSJElpKeO9nN2F0RJcCW-FHwyZ2msRQcd-MdN9qkXCuBbzkW1E3vP-xv-q7I_LF0-sHm4DVUR6_2ASrSGZs13ZrrDbRz2-oAihFzXRr2_Qe6oYJ0G1mUTC1CTXW0wtFn2Jhm9TCzGa/s1600-h/JDewberryFabric-iPodCase.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TtcSJElpKeO9nN2F0RJcCW-FHwyZ2msRQcd-MdN9qkXCuBbzkW1E3vP-xv-q7I_LF0-sHm4DVUR6_2ASrSGZs13ZrrDbRz2-oAihFzXRr2_Qe6oYJ0G1mUTC1CTXW0wtFn2Jhm9TCzGa/s320/JDewberryFabric-iPodCase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238817910127676194" border="0" /></a>How did this come about? I purchased the LG Voyager for myself but was not impressed with the carrying case. The phone is similar to the iPhone in size and a few functions (I am a true Apple-Girl, so I will not criticize!) It's easy to scratch the screen, and one touch in the right place unlocks it, and you end up calling... whomever!<br /><br />So I decided to create my own... it had to be functional, fabulous, and different than anything I'd ever seen.<br /><br />Voilá! The Saks2Go Cell Case.<br /><br />This one in particular is my favorite, (besides the one that I carry) because I also created the clasp using a bead I made with polymer clay some months ago!<br /><br />And that's all I have to say (right now) about that!Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-11308517221939621322008-08-25T17:13:00.002-04:002008-08-25T17:15:34.154-04:00Oh, and Happy Birthday Lauren!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgsdFZtW6WboyLJFVbAJcQzhStHc0C_mvpH6c64NdesO90EsK0-x2otkGwVcn_XgVr3v0sggZ9lfrYlBMG7kx1d4Tn5GGjNCI0uJqDQIhHMEx2dx4-rhm_RVnyMI4DH9iK73gQNVv_Im9D/s1600-h/2+twins.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgsdFZtW6WboyLJFVbAJcQzhStHc0C_mvpH6c64NdesO90EsK0-x2otkGwVcn_XgVr3v0sggZ9lfrYlBMG7kx1d4Tn5GGjNCI0uJqDQIhHMEx2dx4-rhm_RVnyMI4DH9iK73gQNVv_Im9D/s320/2+twins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238566995875506546" border="0" /></a><br />Yes, folks, she's 26!<br /><br />Here's a photo of the girls meeting their 7-year old twin cousins Kai and Rumi for the first time.<br /><br />Who would have known? Two sets of twins in our family??? Too special!Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-87886335747353280202008-08-25T17:07:00.003-04:002008-08-25T17:13:01.373-04:00The Process is Getting Better!When I first started making the cases, I spent hours refining the patterns and tweaking and nudging... until I finally got the darned thing where I wanted it to be (whew!) Now it's a joy to sit and work until the coffee is all gone for the night.<br /><br />Yesterday (Sunday) I had a bright idea for a lunch bag, lined with recycled plastic bags fro the grocery store (our supply is up... what's up with that?) What started as one idea turned into the coolest-looking trash bag for my car! (Photos to follow). Not sure if I will offer them on Etsy or anywhere else:... but I enjoyed the process.<br /><br />After all, isn't that what it's all about?!?!Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-78195567271606079022008-08-21T19:00:00.002-04:002008-08-21T19:04:43.173-04:00Up and RunningNot me... the Etsy store. Thanks to George, I have a few really great photos of the items posted.<br />I have a busy weekend ahead, so most of my new pieces will be completed between tonight and tomorrow night. Then it's off to the seminar for 18 hours. Lots ahead of me.<br />I need new fabric swatches so that I can create larger bag, I mean SAKS.<br />I'm sure I will find the time while I'm home for 6 weeks! :0)Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-65321604936180068912008-08-20T16:08:00.004-04:002008-08-20T16:16:21.083-04:00Introducing... Saks2Go.etsy.comI've launched out into bag-making (hence, the gap in blog-time.)<br /><br />Painting, sewing, etc. has been a lifelong lifestyle of mine, and I refuse to let it all go. My grandmother and my mother taught me how to sew many years ago, and I took it to another level: tailoring by the time I was 15 years old. I used to make my own coats, purses, and jackets, and wore them all the time. So I'm returning to my first love, and am designing and creating bags, pouches, totes, and now cell phone/iPod/Sidekick cases.<br /><br />Each design is my own, and that gives me a sense of pride in knowing that I am contributing to life via my talent... something to remember me by.<br /><br />Enjoy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqdI68_f2qpvEIFiQIs6iAnVJtgsbz4k5FehL6cRw6CbcQ0_wuoDaNhBud51h5my-7hR9Zt2dRCJVVOkLt6j5NZ4DX2ZDUTPlcQR-5dN5IozQc8tqPiwZPVG7ZAj9ySlpon_0MnH5ejco/s1600-h/Damask-noclip5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqdI68_f2qpvEIFiQIs6iAnVJtgsbz4k5FehL6cRw6CbcQ0_wuoDaNhBud51h5my-7hR9Zt2dRCJVVOkLt6j5NZ4DX2ZDUTPlcQR-5dN5IozQc8tqPiwZPVG7ZAj9ySlpon_0MnH5ejco/s320/Damask-noclip5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236695896136104914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ujn2uaxkwnREQmalZjlgyt11pOSNvCnaxTTFvGPs0Dv6WV-4DtK7ux1vFrys3QGuFB2htfiE58dk0-u_-bczK-6RAmW7xolIKKLSbvlrnn3Yk0qb2k63MnQLwsJHogM_hHSehnWpHYMR/s1600-h/Brown-gold5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ujn2uaxkwnREQmalZjlgyt11pOSNvCnaxTTFvGPs0Dv6WV-4DtK7ux1vFrys3QGuFB2htfiE58dk0-u_-bczK-6RAmW7xolIKKLSbvlrnn3Yk0qb2k63MnQLwsJHogM_hHSehnWpHYMR/s320/Brown-gold5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236695793709583682" border="0" /></a>Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-13381240840758052008-06-17T22:11:00.001-04:002008-06-17T22:12:43.935-04:00As promised... Handmade Mini-Journal!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEincYeD0fUTlz6SW7yp8i_s73BJwbdOh1SxFxrBTUKmP9slsPkK4dJcbFMyrbjER5TFTw6E-oG1pJolAjkImLI0rAt6Y5Mz_VEwiOrabAb8jgULMpSzD5lxOhgniogKW48MfNed9eYG8llK/s1600-h/princess-mini-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEincYeD0fUTlz6SW7yp8i_s73BJwbdOh1SxFxrBTUKmP9slsPkK4dJcbFMyrbjER5TFTw6E-oG1pJolAjkImLI0rAt6Y5Mz_VEwiOrabAb8jgULMpSzD5lxOhgniogKW48MfNed9eYG8llK/s320/princess-mini-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213038688499939394" border="0" /></a>Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-49864102255314536272008-06-16T09:38:00.002-04:002008-06-16T09:44:37.123-04:00The Journal JourneyI finished one journal last night, and it is beautiful! Knowing that I put my heart into it—from the fabric design to the last stitch—gives me goose bumps. I really enjoy the process... it's become a meditation for me. I can tell the difference between creating something because I want to sell it and creating something because I am inspired to do so.<br /><br />I realize also that I can streamline the process by doing all the production work up font, and concentrating on the fabric design and the embellishments on the back-end. And really make each piece something special!Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-79277765915433396852008-06-11T15:43:00.004-04:002008-06-11T15:47:17.701-04:00Hand-Painted Journals<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJZlElQFTGduutuSl3iZyJIBws7QA4f5jdclQG4ec4Et40Sczt0t_6RndRI-UZOG2MMTa8u8Wz8r_miObyJKQfN8spauE_TLBx2Qv0k5K4yOmNWmpcw9MkZPgUUYMgysoLQagNYw5tuYRE/s1600-h/journal-box.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJZlElQFTGduutuSl3iZyJIBws7QA4f5jdclQG4ec4Et40Sczt0t_6RndRI-UZOG2MMTa8u8Wz8r_miObyJKQfN8spauE_TLBx2Qv0k5K4yOmNWmpcw9MkZPgUUYMgysoLQagNYw5tuYRE/s320/journal-box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210712355294685474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAZHxZ8WhJrAVztyfOzXHv4Sa1NFOBVGHyR4ryIxs_NDWVpODMJBFoL8QU-eFHlGK9nALQPyESKdHtaBgFupHSc2L8KWmw_aRVehHYDWeF9yW8ECPeyL6U7LnmqahlgOoAs6J20t0Q-J_e/s1600-h/leaf-journals.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAZHxZ8WhJrAVztyfOzXHv4Sa1NFOBVGHyR4ryIxs_NDWVpODMJBFoL8QU-eFHlGK9nALQPyESKdHtaBgFupHSc2L8KWmw_aRVehHYDWeF9yW8ECPeyL6U7LnmqahlgOoAs6J20t0Q-J_e/s320/leaf-journals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210712274270922370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7preHajLNvjYhLHAxp8gA_-4J2E5_i7i1JldGLhDkp001vln_BQivrhrGkyDZeHpXYczYa-5v8wp6nlBRn19SjsJ2RmvB-Cm5hHpwtM0s9WUSZ97197DdV2vPaRpI-3g-KhKPhZqC2YkM/s1600-h/rainbow-journals.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7preHajLNvjYhLHAxp8gA_-4J2E5_i7i1JldGLhDkp001vln_BQivrhrGkyDZeHpXYczYa-5v8wp6nlBRn19SjsJ2RmvB-Cm5hHpwtM0s9WUSZ97197DdV2vPaRpI-3g-KhKPhZqC2YkM/s320/rainbow-journals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210712166381342306" border="0" /></a><br />As promised... only the top journal is ready (I am offering the journal and the box!) The others have to be decorated and embellished with... stuff!Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-334078738968966832008-06-11T09:23:00.002-04:002008-06-11T09:31:03.651-04:00Hand-printed Cloth Journals are Coming!I found a new love... hand-painting cloth! I rented a video from SmartFlix.com on cloth painting, and I am loving the process. I am such a detailed-oriented artist, so being free to smear any color I want — any way I want — onto "canvas" is lots of fun, and very liberating. I use acrylic paint, metallic cloth paint, and anything else that adds color and dries quickly. I also use stamps for patterns, and embellish the journal covers with my handmade beads, rope, string, buttons, and so on. I've completed one journal and have 4 other covers covered: I still have to bind and embellish them. I will upload photos later (today) to share. And, as always, check out my Etsy on-line store for other items created by me!Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-65088923991246635022008-06-05T12:20:00.002-04:002008-06-05T12:40:32.542-04:00OMG... what the hell have i been doing???It's a wrap... <span style="font-weight: bold;">I can't take average any more</span>!<br /><br />Here I am, almost 50 years old, and think I'm going through a mid-life crisis (more like a metamorphosis). Every area/section/phase of my existence is changing and stretching and growing. But the TRUE change is happening within: it's my knowledge of the power that IS me that's wringing out the old and bringing in the new.<br /><br />So I'm checkin' ME out and finding that I don't like average any more. I remember the day I prayed for a "normal" life: everything in my world had been uprooted and I tried to blame the ordeal on any and everything except me. So I decided that normal would be the best route for me and my family. Now I am [yawn] sooooo bored with it. I see it in my art, my clothes, my food choices, and so on.<br /><br />TIME 4a CHANGE!<br /><br />I'm re-evaluating my personal stuff [private] and my public life [art]. More color, more pizzazz, more risks, more funk, more soul, more earth... More to come!Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-67908843447194503672008-05-06T08:18:00.002-04:002008-05-06T09:03:21.148-04:00A New Creature<span style="font-style: italic;">I honor this day by acknowledging and living in the present moment </span>(instead of in my past or assumed future.)<br /><br />It's a new day. And what makes this day different than any other day I've ever lived is <span style="font-style: italic;">my perspective on my purpose</span>. Years ago, just when I thought I knew what I was here for, the rug was suddenly pulled from under me, and I found myself flying without a map, a radar, or fuel. But I could only fly upside-down for so long: Life put me back on track and has given me a new perspective. <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Honoring each day is purpose in itself</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“I honor this day” </span>puts each breath in perspective, whether I'm pumping gas, walking the dog, or creating a masterpiece. <span style="font-weight: bold;">My purpose</span> is being <span style="font-weight: bold;">present</span> and truly <span style="font-weight: bold;">living each moment</span> with a grateful heart. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Honoring each day</span> allows life to unfold as it is, not as I desperately want it to be.<br /><a href="http://www.eckharttolle.com/"><br />Eckhart Tolle </a>says that <span style="font-style: italic;">stress is being here</span> (in this situation, etc.) <span style="font-style: italic;">and wanting to be there</span> (in a future or past situation that seems to be better.) When I allow my mind to wander and land on thoughts of failure or lack — which causes me to feel powerless and hopeless — I miss the blessing in this moment.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Surrender is a 4-letter word<br /></span>I remember my former days as first lady of a church. We used to sing “I Surrender All.” With all my heart I sang that song, all the while holding on to how I wanted my life to go. Surrendering is a frightening thought because it means giving up control of <span style="font-weight: bold;">my life as I perceive it to be</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">giving in to a potential situation that is not tangible or perceivable</span>. God knows that we cling to what our senses tell us (seeing, hearing, etc.) and swear that <span style="font-style: italic;">what we take in and perceive is correct information</span>, or at the very least can be trusted over time. And this level of information becomes our next stepping stone: our rock and foundation to just about every decision made.<br /><br />How's that working for you?<br /><br />More to come... stay tuned and be well!Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-39352240858910277002008-03-24T09:09:00.002-04:002008-03-24T09:14:21.871-04:00Whew!Aaaahhh... the art shows are over for now, and I can breathe art again! It feels good to be home on the weekends and just be. I finally bought a new computer (may God have mercy on my dead G4): a new Mac mini! And I purchased the Adobe Creative Suite Premium package... 6 programs that I can't function without. I've been so busy focusing in on getting my new Mac that my momentum for creating new art (paintings) has been stepped on and down-trodden (<--- that sounded quite Biblical.) The design business is next to grow, and I will continue to get back to my original love: fine art!<br /><br />See you next time...Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-46703223121261539682008-03-13T19:00:00.003-04:002008-03-13T19:05:30.546-04:00A Public Apology to Hubby!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLbgwlzs_DhgoK81TFvFH_nG2IvN_FLW1e5kUJNYStTDGtH-Y4vot6DLyN6_w4BVpgHptsJFB5uuD8vTTcqSOy7WehlU2Z2DOQvN8oE_dR_EeyxU_f-Ngv1IE-re6NslxRhPsmL0JYS5La/s1600-h/Inventory3-12-08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLbgwlzs_DhgoK81TFvFH_nG2IvN_FLW1e5kUJNYStTDGtH-Y4vot6DLyN6_w4BVpgHptsJFB5uuD8vTTcqSOy7WehlU2Z2DOQvN8oE_dR_EeyxU_f-Ngv1IE-re6NslxRhPsmL0JYS5La/s320/Inventory3-12-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177366158188059506" border="0" /></a><br />Man, I been workin'. I am making a public apology to my husband, who has been more than patient with me over the past week. Getting ready for art shows is a lot of work, and craft shows even more so.<br /><br />“I will make it up to you!” I shout it loud and clear (from my studio, of course!)<br /><br />“It's all good,” he thinks (I hope!)<br /><br />Here's some of my inventory that will be for sale this weekend at Bethel AME CHurch, Ardmore, PA, my old alma mater (no, wait, not my college but my old church!) Ciao!Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-17638085829311338312008-03-07T11:36:00.004-05:002008-03-07T11:43:04.800-05:00I WON!I WON!I WON!I WON second place!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqh2K8Tj3gGC1fMcemDEjxW1A1JcYNzihmbAmEdeXPvFIk-JsqS7feWj_vl8nWiUMUloSq-IhUVoOZcKGS6WKrd536pwtXK8nvhnZhJLl9QiiN3ZcipkNpy6pL_iWLVufSCc4qAT1Af-m/s1600-h/Chelt_Art08_4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqh2K8Tj3gGC1fMcemDEjxW1A1JcYNzihmbAmEdeXPvFIk-JsqS7feWj_vl8nWiUMUloSq-IhUVoOZcKGS6WKrd536pwtXK8nvhnZhJLl9QiiN3ZcipkNpy6pL_iWLVufSCc4qAT1Af-m/s320/Chelt_Art08_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175041180721584994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOVfRb85P_8la5KH0HNlxDEpIbI93RC9b2DGQ4BzYlweIcMD1dfmwsB7tQGNXy4mzzzyZ9SeDocNu_oa3GUoAjH7s6RB4zmOUXd_gRC3qj_BD4tPynM1gi6-fM7VffAaA_K10EtKG_sbpQ/s1600-h/Chelt_Art08_3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOVfRb85P_8la5KH0HNlxDEpIbI93RC9b2DGQ4BzYlweIcMD1dfmwsB7tQGNXy4mzzzyZ9SeDocNu_oa3GUoAjH7s6RB4zmOUXd_gRC3qj_BD4tPynM1gi6-fM7VffAaA_K10EtKG_sbpQ/s320/Chelt_Art08_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175041047577598802" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwNs9MicYVCSrS3cN1YhaAuPpuNp8rLs7zLZ5wXliWVYWZdc41_zl3FPEhA1Sj5WfrmzOBp2brtcaiHJC0e5AVQ8zut_wiCyS5CQxnog_vyKsG6r5LaJ8ufF-aaGqSXTz-pSga91bhO0H/s1600-h/Chelt_Art08_6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwNs9MicYVCSrS3cN1YhaAuPpuNp8rLs7zLZ5wXliWVYWZdc41_zl3FPEhA1Sj5WfrmzOBp2brtcaiHJC0e5AVQ8zut_wiCyS5CQxnog_vyKsG6r5LaJ8ufF-aaGqSXTz-pSga91bhO0H/s320/Chelt_Art08_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175040888663808834" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcxLOfdtgbwdWubAxroHQLl3Bkved_ODzEKx5JFo2XuLAFBCKFijzZwbaOeXY0gsgRjq0bfaaJuCh58kiK9v1PbyzKpwsyuHsZGPlF5UGhDX7bhbwXVvTiUQD8SikvcwNZblQVYDM_ArpQ/s1600-h/Chelt_Art08_5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcxLOfdtgbwdWubAxroHQLl3Bkved_ODzEKx5JFo2XuLAFBCKFijzZwbaOeXY0gsgRjq0bfaaJuCh58kiK9v1PbyzKpwsyuHsZGPlF5UGhDX7bhbwXVvTiUQD8SikvcwNZblQVYDM_ArpQ/s320/Chelt_Art08_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175040343202962226" border="0" /></a><br />do wonders ever cease? a second place finish at the Cheltenham Arts African American Traditions Exhibition... i was awarded the prize by James Dupree (artist, philly, pa) and i feel humbled.<br /><br />MANY THANKS to my family, who came out in support of the show!<br /><br />Couldn't include all, but here are a few...Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-77873268754871940482008-02-11T09:36:00.000-05:002008-02-11T09:51:44.052-05:00Dance to the MusicThe art show in King of Prussia was such a success this weekend. I'm sorry that I forgot my camera: I ran into friends from High School! The turn-out was wonderful. Yes, I sold quite a few items, but more important than that was the experience. I enjoy art shows and opportunities to meet new people.<br /><br />This weekend's show should be great as well. I have 3 pieces on display through the 29th. There's an opening event Friday, February 15 from 7 to 9 PM, but I won't be there! I will be there Saturday and Sunday, and I look forward to a fun, prosperous event!<br /><a href="http://www.cheltenhamarts.org">http://www.cheltenhamarts.org</a><br /><br />I like this dance... I know it well!Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-5279573907277681412008-02-05T13:59:00.000-05:002008-02-05T14:39:16.557-05:00There's Joy in Repetition<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">"These two words... a little bit behind the beat... I mean, just enuf to turn you on...</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> For every time she said the words another one of his doubts were gone." </span>—<span style="font-style: italic;">Prince</span><br /></div><br />These words are from one of my favorite Prince songs: <span style="font-style: italic;">Joy in Repetition</span>. As it goes, there's a band on stage who has been playing the same song for a little over a year, and the lead singer has been singing the same two words [<span style="font-style: italic;">...over and over again</span>]. Enter a man who frequented the club, along with a group of tawdry insignificant others. On this particular night he didn't get lost in the background with the common folks: he finally heard the words and became obsessed with the woman who was singing them [<span style="font-style: italic;">...over and over again</span>]. He was so caught up that he dragged her from the stage, took her out back, and asked her her name [...<span style="font-style: italic;">it started to rain</span>]. What were those two words? <span style="font-style: italic;">Love me. </span>(Then Prince kicks this bad-ass guitar solo which is <span style="font-weight: bold;">classic Prince</span>, but I digress.)<br /><br />Sometimes the background in life (with the common folk) tends to lead us away from our purposed path. You know, <span style="font-style: italic;">just being normal</span>. Just <span style="font-style: italic;">gettin' along</span>. Just <span style="font-style: italic;">kickin' it</span>. Just <span style="font-style: italic;">livin' the same day</span> [<span style="font-style: italic;">...over and over again</span>]. I don't particularly mean going to clubs (as in the song), but just the day-in, day-out BS that we do and tend to settle in to. It's the compromise that we tell ourselves is okay to do, but in the end, we become a part of that tawdry, insignificant crowd that does the same old thing. And when you blend, you can't hear what your heart tells you [<span style="font-style: italic;">...over and over again</span>].<br /><br />What are the words that you hear [<span style="font-style: italic;">...over and over again</span>]? <span style="font-style: italic;">I hate this job</span>, or <span style="font-style: italic;">I hate my life</span>, or <span style="font-style: italic;">I can never seem to get it right</span>, or <span style="font-style: italic;">one day I'll...</span>? And how long have you been hearing them and repeating them to yourself? Those are the words that the background players repeat [<span style="font-style: italic;">...over and over again</span>]. Tune in to what your heart is telling you. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Allow your heart's song to play</span> [<span style="font-style: italic;">...over and over again</span>]. Become obsessed with your purpose in life until it moves you to make a move and get what you want.<br /><br />Yep, there's joy in repetition. (And by all means, find that song, or buy it from iTunes!)Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-8803976547421952022008-02-05T12:35:00.000-05:002008-02-05T12:40:27.399-05:00Upcoming Art Shows!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilwFbDRS207Mlvg-G5nWqXUpDZ5ecpsDzKNDgplslOtWstcS-9mAtWsRedy9LSTHxWAKOTZBLYUW6bBOGfKtVZGO6KkMPjvjxltQvBjCxNngGv4io2aCdeBwAnZ2vNH6xFTiv5yT9q3HBA/s1600-h/Studio0108.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilwFbDRS207Mlvg-G5nWqXUpDZ5ecpsDzKNDgplslOtWstcS-9mAtWsRedy9LSTHxWAKOTZBLYUW6bBOGfKtVZGO6KkMPjvjxltQvBjCxNngGv4io2aCdeBwAnZ2vNH6xFTiv5yT9q3HBA/s200/Studio0108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163552325667171730" border="0" /></a><br />Saturday, February 9, I will be with Mom at the Wolfson Library in King of Prussia, celebrating BHMonth.<br /><br />I will be at the Cheltenham Art Center Saturday and Sunday, Feb. 16 & 17.<br /><br />Pictures to follow!<br /><br />BTW... this is a photo of the bulletin board in my studio. It's filled with Gracie & Lola stuff, other ideas, and in the middle is a tiny bag of sand that Vance brought back from Bermuda for me! Perfect vision-board item! ;0) Hope the sand from Bermuda is not like the lava from Hawaii...Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883123987224999593.post-43538489053856720782008-02-01T14:01:00.000-05:002008-02-01T14:41:02.290-05:00Groundhog Day: Blah-blah-blah-blah-blahFebruary 1st. Second grade in Miss Smith's classroom. We knew that when we returned to school the following day, we would be wiser: continue donning our winter coats, or the prophetic knowing that the trees outside our classroom window would soon be covered with tiny buds.<br />My 7 year-old heart fluttered as I thought of the upcoming change of seasons. Just 6 small weeks. That's 42 days before a change is a'coming. That's less than 2 months. I went to bed that night filled with hope and joyful expectation. I anticipated wearing skirts without stockings and trading my coat for a Spring sweater. The rate of change was directly linked to a groundhog, and so I prayed that he would predict an early Spring.<br />Don't ask me what the outcome was. I live on the East coast, and Phil NEVER sees his freakin' shadow (okay, maybe ONCE every 12 years or so.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Bottom line</span>: I can choose to lay my head on my pillow every night and relive the disappointments of the day over and over and over again, and pass out from mental/emotional exhaustion (or too many gin & tonics), <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">or</span></span> I can close my eyes and be filled with the hope and joyful expectation of seeing another day.<br /><br />I would rather suffer the heart flutters of that 7-year old than the heart palpitations of the 48-year old me.<br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KiN5NFcP54o&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KiN5NFcP54o&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object>Breathe Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00669716633414557172noreply@blogger.com0