You used to call me Beautiful

Yes. But you became sloppy and mad. You became hateful and uninterested. You became narcissistic and bigoted. You became disgusting and self centered. You stopped caring and being sympathetic. You were right even though you weren't.

What are the results?

What are the new goals?

Are we better now? Did we disagree on the issues?

Did we forget that love trumps hate and that war is useless and irresponsible?

Insanity reigns?

When can we get past the greed and poverty and shame?

When can we expect the sun again?

I guess you forgot that the beauty you see in me is a reflection of the beauty you see in yourself...

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Re- Purposeful

One of my recent projects has been a new frame for a gorgeous hand painted watercolor I bought when in Yuma for Christmas. My "Mom" (and friend), the fun and adorable Doris and I did a little shopping and had a blast! We were just out and about looking for "stuff"... I've been a closet junk shopper for a few decades now... I guess I first started hunting on my own when I was in my first year at WSU; around that time my friend Jackie introduced me to a gal who lived on her dorm floor. Her friend Jennifer collected vintage dresses and I recall thinking it was an interesting but odd thing to collect. I definitely didn't like the idea of wanting a closet full of musty old dresses... but I also remember the pride she had while showing off her marvelous collection. She told me she found her dresses at thrift stores and Estate sales. Hmmm! I rem...

She's a little bit country. She's a little bit rock 'n' roll

I bought this piece from a guy named Jake. I saw it advertised and loved it, so I called him right away to inquire and we spoke about it for a few minutes. He owns a bike repair shop in Denver and didn't have the space for it anymore - I texted him the next day and what turned out to be the day after to reiterate my intentions. I really wanted it, but wasn't able to get up there till later in the week... would he hold it for me? Turns out I wasn't able to pick it up at all... and a week or two passed. Fortunately for me, when I texted him again, apologizing for my absence..and, was it still available, he said yes. I was really attracted to it's Mid-century modern shape. Jake (a cool, young dude with tattoos, a wild head of hair and a bushy beard) told Russ (who so kindly picked it up for me on his way home from work) that he had "painted it black a few years ago" as they worked together to load it into the truck. The thing is heavy...

In Loving Memory...

I have an "inspiration" binder that I keep on a shelf in my office at home where I’ve collected pictures of things I've found in magazines. There's a few priceless treasures of artwork that my kids made me tucked in there too. I only add super special stuff - things that I know I'll love for the long term. Anyway, we were talking about a project at the house when I suddenly thought of a photo I wanted to share with Russ and brought the binder out. As I was flipping through these pages of images that I'd saved over a good decade of time, I found this little quote Mom had sent to me. I don't know when she sent it, but I had liked it so much. There it was, this two sentence quote that SHE must have cut out of a magazine. The words were highlighted in what was now a faded yellow marker and she’d written four little words above it on a hot pink sticky note in her beautiful cursive writing. A note just for me. Reminding me to believ...

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