Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Some odd...

It feels good to take a minute to sit and write. It has been a whirlwind week. I spent time with family, ate the best caramel popcorn (with peanuts) Ever, and got new items for Flo's Olio (flosolio.etsy.com). I even managed to photograph, edit, and list some things already! I also finalized the outline for my project for Impact Artists Gallery's upcoming exhibit in August.

Good stuff, and all with drama and hormones and hot hot days. :)

Back to court tomorrow for the second time. I knew that calling the cops as I witnessed a break in was a good deed. But I've been less pleased with adjournments and letters "Commanding" me to appear. I think tomorrow should be the end of it, though.

I'm real tired and real happy to be home with the sweet Nik'l of my own heart and ready to stop moving, thinking, talking, doing. And in this quiet space I can take a deep breath, and just be at home.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Alphabet matchboxes

Here are five new boxes!

Skipper.

I skipped two entire days of posting. Two entire days. Part of me feels fine about this, liberated and busy with lots of other things. Another part feels anxious and ashamed of my failure to fulfill this project.
But I've been wildly productive and having so much fun with the alphabet boxes. I made 10 more and feel like I could make them endlessly. So today I will post more boxes and move on and let this project evolve or change or end as it naturally will. I will be as kind and accepting of myself in the process as possible. I will stay open to the fluidity of it all, and just keep on making things that make me happy...

pics to follow...

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Mulch mulch mulch!!!!

We've been on a landscaping bender the last week or so. Today I laid rich, dark, nutrient rich soil, then mulched. It felt so good. The movement, the sun, the pleasure of seeing it all look so lovely when it was finished. I think that black mulch is now officially one of my favorite smells. Clean dirt. So, if I were to make a card today, it would say 'Mulch, Mulch, Mulch'!!

Tomorrow is another day back at it, plus I have a proposal box to make and mail. So I'll make a card on Saturday!

In the meantime, here is...B for Boy..
 G for Girls...
 and R for Rose

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

365 # 139 Saddle bags

heh, heh, heh...he feels hippy.
but then I thought, is this more a saddle bag issue than a hip issue?

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Creative block? What creative block?

What a day! Nik'l was my hero and went to do hard physical labor while I stayed home to create. And create I did. I made a card I love. I also made more matchbox art! I moved on from the shadowbox format and began doing little alphabet boxes. Here are a few..
M is for Mustache
 S is for Skating
 N is for Naked
 P is for Phrenology
 Making things that I really like all day long has made me feel tremendously happy. And my love came home all dog tired and happy from working with dirt outdoors. Win-win!!

365 # 138 Icar-kitty

What? A card with a Cat on it? Yes to the y e s.

And I happen to LOVE this card.
Text reads 'Having been careful with the use of her 9 lives, Muffin did not fear flying too close to the sun.'

Also, a thank you to my sister Beth, who has been vigilant in her support and loving feedback of these cards since day one. In the hosting of my own wee-small pity party, (complete with party hats) I lost sight of the feedback I have received. Thank you Lindsey, Edie, P & J, B & D,  Dani-yell, Carra, Nik'l, etc.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

tear it down to build it up

As I face a potential fourth day of re-posting an old card, it's time to look at this project and what it means to me. For the most part, I've maintained a clear line between me and the cards on this blog. I've not talked about much that is personal. But now I find myself in a big cushy seat of ennui, totally uninspired, and not caring much about making a card a day. So, either I go ahead and blog it out in order to move through, or I just let it go and stop the project.

I am in an in between place. In a living space which I have very much wanted to leave for almost a year now. I know what I want, where I want to be, what it will look and feel like. I believe that I have the potential means to make it happen. But there are so many steps between where I am and where I want to be. And there is coordinating, cooperating, and much work to be done. I am not deterred by these things, nor do they seem beyond my capabilities. But everything is moving so s l o w l y. And I feel restless.

I do not want to make a card. I want to pack more of my belongings, though living in a space where all of my favorite things are already in boxes is blah-making. I want to put down roots. I want to be in nature. I want a cacophony of birdsong outside of my windows. I want to garden and walk. I want to travel somewhere with my love and see things I haven't seen before. I want to be shaken up and pared down to my essentials.

I made the project public knowing I would have moments when I needed to feel an obligation and impetus if I was lacking inspiration. I did it hoping to get feedback on which cards really worked, and for encouragement when my motivation was failing. I did it in order to share what I create and to amuse people. Is this too 'externally motivated'? I feel all squinchy-needy just admitting to it. But validation of creative endeavors feels good, and right now I do happen to feel all sorts of squinchy-needy.


 I am distracted by a death this past January, which makes me want to slip out of the past the way I would slip out of a bed at night. Quietly, softly, the sideways angling of one leg at a time. I want to let the dead rest. To let the desert turn him into something clean and beautiful, when in fact I feel hurt and angry that the desert now feels full of him. I want to be free of that which I thought I'd forgiven, rather than feeling angrysadvulnerablesadandangry.

I feel full of contradictions. Stuck and restless. Productive in my days, yet unable to produce creatively. I've never had a creative block before, and it feels so...so...blocky. Chunky, rough, many edged, and Blocky.

So, there. There is all of the negativity and weight that I've been feeling. Which is not to say that it is all that I feel. I also feel incredibly loved and supported. I feel wonderfully accepted and bolstered. I have N, who is the simplest and biggest love of my life. My favorite person to laugh and adventure with. A beautiful source of unending support who encourages me to leap all akimbo into my desires and endeavors, and who loves my glowing and my darkness. I have C who is laughter and tears and vulnerability and safety and totally amazing generosity and support, not to mention the absolute best parts of shared unican watch 7 seasons of Buffy in 7 months geekiness. I have D who is a fount of laughter and creative encouragement. I have B who I have always felt known and loved by, since I was a wee deek. I have my other B who has made me feel stood up for, and protected. I have A, who takes me to terrifying places with emdr therapy, then brings me back again, clearer, safer, better.

I guess I've crossed into the personal, after all of those entries about cats and humorous incongruities. I feel purged and ready to see what tomorrow brings, because one of the incredible parts of living and feeling is how much change happens. Every day there is the potential for gripping and releasing and loving and laughing and grief and healing and discovery.

Hey. I feel like making a card.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

A favorite from February

365 # 50 Do: Follow your passion

Here is Charles. Perhaps as a boy Charles was encouraged to write verses, as he showed some talent for them. But Charles reeaalllyyyy loved millinery. He loved to watch his mother shop for hats. He loved the way they sat upon her sleek head. He loved their extravagance and elegance and ohhh, their beauty. But the educational system in which Charles was raised limited him to writing verses. Alas.

 In his 20's Charles visited Paris. He apprenticed with a milliner. He fell in love with Everything. This great love burnt in his breast his entire life long. And he wrote verses about sleek heads adorned with exceptionally beautiful hats.

Friday, May 18, 2012

Another repeat from January

I can't seem to find the time or gumption for a new card just now. Here is another favorite from January...

A message in a bottle! The image of the Clipper Ship comes from a German language book from 1885. It affixed to the bottle with a little glue and a coat of mod-podge. I used airmail paper for the message.







Thursday, May 17, 2012

365 #137

Rock on with the power tools, mister.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

365 a repeat from January

Off and running...here is a post from January...

Oh, do I like this one...a lot. I love the expressions on their faces. The image is from the book How to Make Good Pictures, 1943. The hat is from the same post card I used for Anandi's card (day 2). The text is from The Mother Tongue ,1900.
Text reads 'It's splendid in full color Jack! The pictures just don't do it justice.'



Tuesday, May 15, 2012

365 #136 bukaawwww

If it's not cats, it's chickens.
I've been caught up in all sorts of outdoor work and general busy-ness. It's making this project feel a little tough to work on each day. I figure it's a dry spell and if I keep on keepin' on, I'll hit my groove again.

Monday, May 14, 2012

365 #135 text free!

My first text free card. Again with the cat/human hybrid.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

365 # 134 Mother's Day

 This photo is from http://www.retronaut.co/2011/10/the-invisible-mother/.


I want to write about mother's today, but it seems that the primary association I keep making is to the loss of them. Inappropriate, perhaps, on a celebration day. But we all have a mother, and we will all lose a mother.
Many of us are or will become mothers, but not all. Because it's a really big deal. Really big. And I don't mean being pregnant and giving birth. While those life events are formative and powerful and important, not everyone becomes a mother that way. In fact, not all who have those experiences are mothers. Mothering is an action. It comes from intent and love and dedication. So, keep on keeping on, Mama's and Big love to you.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

365 # 133 moms

A card for a mom...


Friday, May 11, 2012

365 # 132 Hippolito the hippo

A quickquick card, lots to do today. Time with a friend, a long drive to forage for ramps, a short family visit, a long drive home and dinner with dear ones.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

365 # Oh geez

I've realized that I have repeated days and skipped days and that this may or may not be card # 131??

It was a full and lovely day, and I almost forgot to make a card! But here it is, a 10 minute creation!

Many thanks to sweet Dani-yell for the tour and the stamps!!!!!xoxoxoxoxo

Text reads 'I have good news, and I have bad news'

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

365 #130 You are Amazing


You are! You're generous and funny and your brain is active and curious. You see the world with so much hope and love and wonder. You are thoughtful and patient and mischievous and adventurous.
You are magical, playful, wonderful, treasured, and entirely lovable.
And then there's all the other parts of you that make you a complete person. Your sadness and fear and anger and despair. Your struggling, searching, questioning and vulnerability.
You are amazing, and I count myself blessed to know you.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

365 # 129 Mother's Pride

 'The only thing more splendid than her pride was her sleeves'

Right? Because her sleeves are really, really enormous.

Monday, May 7, 2012

365 #128 Kitten is peckish

I love cats. I love kittens. I think that a disproportionate number of my cards have been cat related.
Mew mew mew.

I really wanted the entire family in this card, so it's kind of huge. It will have to go into a manilla envelope to mail!
Mew mew mew.

Saturday, May 5, 2012

365 #'s 126 & 127 give baby a yo-yo

Tomorrow will be a very early morning and a very full day, so I am posting two cards today. One is for a wedding, the other is the last of the Teen Scene (1970) advice cards.
 I absolutely love that this is verbatim from the book. What does a baby do with a yo-yo? Did babies in the 70's have a special gift of dexterity that was lost in the last 40 years? Are we de-evolving as a species? Were we once able to pogo in infancy as well? Curiouser and curiouser.

Friday, May 4, 2012

365 # 125 Happy Birthday, Handsome

This is the first time I didn't use found text. I just typed and printed it.
I love this project. The process of making something new and unique every day has been fun and challenging, and I've loved reaching out to people with handmade cards. Finding text can sometimes take a very, very long time. There have been days when I've spent an hour or more on a card because of text hunting. From here on, when I can't find exactly the word that I so long to find...I'll be printing it out. Huzzah!

 It was time he faced the hard truth...
He was just getting better looking with age.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

365 #124..Sailing...takes me away

Teen Scene (1970) gives this advice..
Text reads..
If you're going on a boat, be sure to wear rubber soled shoes, as leather marks the wooden deck floors. (keep that footwear in mind when shopping for the rest of your boating outfit, and don't get too fancy.)

I'm about ready to take a break from the Teen Scene series. I've got one more piece of advice that I plan to use, then on to other things.
Huzzah! Moving on!

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

365 #123 vegan

She was always ahead of her time.
I love this image. She is so serenely beautiful.
The letters are xerox copies from a book my sister gave me from the 1800's on letter writing. It may be the source of my next set of cards.


Tuesday, May 1, 2012

365 #122 Baby food for flatter abs?

Yikes. Thanks Teen Scene! I had an infant nephew when I was 10. I tried his baby food and I still remember, 29 years later, that apricot was the only one I liked.
I also remember Loving Hurricaine Gel. It's a numbing teething gel and it tasted so good, it was worth the drooling.