Sunday, 19 August 2018

Cockatiel Coif


I have short hair and find it so much cooler in this hot weather.  It’s a simple style, very wash and go.

The go part became a problem when I arrived at my destination one day and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.  I bore a distinct resemblance to a cockatiel.  One of those birds with the big plume out the back of its head.  

I like to drive with the windows down and when I set out with my hair damp, the breeze from the window dries it at the same time it styles it into this big pouf.

I found myself wetting down my hair to get rid of the ‘plumage’ but that didn’t really work. I needed a better solution for as long as we have nice weather, I’m going to have my window down.

I bought a ball cap, in a nice basic black except for the red letters across the front that say Canada.  

It may not be my style but it serves the purpose. 

Thursday, 16 August 2018

She’s Back

It’s been six months since I last posted.  I wish I could say I was away on a world wide cruise, sailing the oceans blue, but alas, not.

It’s funny how some small changes in your life affect so many other aspects of your day to day.

For example, I received an I pad for Christmas.  It was fun to play with, all the games, the easy access to Pinterest (I’m addicted) and Facebook.  It took me awhile to get the hang of it, and I was still using my laptop for writing, email and such. The other was more of a toy, until I started to have problems with the laptop and had to send it out to be checked.

When I got it back I put it on the shelf and have not used it since.  I was able to get most of my business done on the I pad so it seemed easier.  During this time my back became an issue and I was having difficulty sitting for very long, so all of my writing went by the wayside.

I had been doing a lot of crochet, some for family and some for charity but by spring had needed a break. I went back to painting, something I had not done much of in the last few years.  And, because I have the I pad, I could watch those art tutorials all evening long.

Funny that at my age I’m learning more about art and experimenting. I feel I should have my style down pat but it is in a constant state of evolving.

So, I’m back, hope you will forgive the neglect and stick with me.

Saturday, 2 June 2018

Roadside :Memorials

When I drive back from my half-way lunch dates with my brother, I take the long route home through the city and then the scattering of small towns and villages on the two lane highway. I don’t like the busy 4-6 lane 401 highway, especially at rush hour. 

On my route I pass a bicycle painted white, with a silk flower bouquet that marks the spot of a fatal road accident. 

Last week I was on a country drive with my daughter to a village, off the beaten track, away from any highway. There I saw a bicycle with a pretty basket of flowers at the end of a driveway. Then I saw another, and another and even more, throughout the village.

I started watching for them and now wished I had stopped to take a picture. This must have been a project by the locals, and it made the drive through the village more enjoyable.

And it lessened the sadness I associated with bicycles on the road, turning it into a much more pleasant memory 

Wednesday, 23 May 2018

Board and Batten

I love the look of board and batten, and it always catches my eye when I’m out and about. And, apparently, I comment on it, every time, to the annoyance of some people.

One of those annoyed people was my husband, who tired of my “I love board and batten”.

My son knows I like a country drive and he and his family often take me on day trips through the rural areas.  He must have inherited more of my sense of humour as it has become a joke, my constant reference to a building with a board and batten exterior.

Yesterday, I was out with my brother and his wife and we took a drive to a country store we’d heard about. Not as country anymore as the city has grown over the years and this once isolated store is now surrounded by the urban spread. But, it still has that ‘country’ look.

I stopped just outside the door and laughed. “I’ll say this once and get it over with.  Look, board and batten.” My sister-in-law laughed in return and opened the door.

Who knows the number of friends and family I’ve annoyed, or down right irritated, by pointing out this particular style of exterior wood siding.

If I ever won the lottery, I’d build myself a house, on the water, and it would be covered in board and batten. Oh, and it would have a porch. A covered porch, front and back, maybe a surround porch. I just love porches with sink-into big wooden chairs.

I think I can be annoying with my predictability. Maybe I need to surprise everyone and mix it up.

“Oh, look. The lilacs are in bloom.”

Sunday, 20 May 2018

Paint Shirts

I have been on a painting spree these last few weeks, completing five paintings in a series called Feathers. All done in my mixed media style.

This week I’ve been trying something different...still abstract...but a landscape.

I liked the first effort, but felt it needed something more, tried the something more,and something more again and basically ruined it.  The nice thing about abstract is that I can paint over the canvas and start anew, the remnants of the previous work add to the texture.

After watching a number of art tutorials I had a triptych in mind, something very mixed media but found myself working on another landscape.

I wear my old not-to-be-worn-in-public pants  and a T-shirt when I paint as Acrylic paints are permanent once they dry and I’m  tired of ruining my clothes. But today I looked at my shirt and it now joins the pants as my painting uniform.

I tend to hold my paint brush in my mouth when I need my hands free, like to twist the cap off a tube of paint. This is okay, unless I turn my head and accidentally clean my brush off on the shoulder of my shirt. Then there are the paint marks across my stomach from holding the canvas as I work.

I think, the way I work, I’ll have more painting clothes before I’m done. Oh, the price of creativity.