The woman I am

The woman I am? I don’t know it changes with every breath.

But I’ve been tagged by the Swirly Girl herself, the lovely and talented Tracy Borders, with whom I share a passion for martinis. By being tagged, I am to share 6 random facts about myself. The tagging rules follow my 6.

1. I think I am insane, but I’m okay with that.

2. I have spent half of my life painting snowmen on dishes (wouldn’t that drive anyone insane?)

3. My middle name is Yvonne and I got a flu shot today.

4.I have 2 winters worth of heavy bedding in my car awaiting a trip to the laundromat, and I love the smell of laundromats - detergents and softners.

5. I absolutely enjoy sleeping.

6. I have over 18 clocks in my home, and only 4 are accurate. I stopped replacing the batteries in the others - it’s expensive.

The rules are as follows:
1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post.
5. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know your entry is up.

My 6 people to further this disclosure hell are:

1. Fannie: of the great big open heart and painting that made me cry

2. The Black Snob: my favorite non art blog: warning very political and entertaining

3. Rebecca: if she can’t inspire you to pick up a pen, pencil, camera, maybe you are hopeless.

4. Bubba: When he gets going, he’s as entertaining as a loon.

5. Sue Bleiweiss: Eye candy for book lovers. Drool worthy, scrumptious books and fiber projects.

6. Fibra Artysta: a delightful young lady who I will hypnotize into giving me her dog and sock creatures.

Enjoy their blogs, I do.

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one way or another

This will be the most important election of my lifetime.

Bailout, crisis, escalating deficit, financial collapse, lack of pride and faith in the government.

Next year…

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Naked

Honest, truthful, open, vulnerable, raw. A wee tiny collage to remind ourselves under the armor, we are all naked. Be kind and gentle.

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Winter’s coming

She is capricious and arbitrary: bringing restoration, and pleasant dreams, or torment and frustration.

But cool evenings are one of her blessings. She rewards soft comfy flannel sheets underneath heavy duvets and quilts with sweet lullabies. Sleeping weather is around the corner, yippee!

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Touch

Touch: guidance, not a push – touch screens, Healing touch: acupressure, massage therapy, touch my heart, kindness, a woman’s touch

Touch football, by an angel, sense of touch. Braille, touch of class, Midas, keep in touch, reach out and touch

Cant touch this, touch–a touch–a touch me, I want to feel …. Touch the sky

Touché, good touch – bad touch, nice touch, touch and go, out of touch

Creative touch, touch up, (have fun with graffiti) http://www.wetpaintpleasetouch.com/

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Are you one?

hello beautiful part 2

hello beautiful part 2

In case you don’t know who you are: YOU

use your indicators for every single turn, and checked organ donor on your license.

went back to school, even though you are long past your 30’s, 40’s, 50’s, 60’s…

happily give up your seat to anyone needing more than you.

tip at least 20% to food service people. (They work hard).

believe in serendipity, or the magic of the universe, or in miracles, or in love and the possibilities of charity.

have given change to the person in line ahead of you (even if it was to make the line progress faster).

choose neither paper nor plastic, and plant trees.

give old linens to local shelters, spay and neuter your pets, never leave them in cars in the summer, or outside in the winter.

have handed your delicious left-overs to a person that needs a decent meal.

Hello Beautiful, now you know who you are.

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too much imagination?

too much imagination

My imagination is going haywire. I don’t know what has gotten into me. For the last 2 years, I’ve been so freaked by the economy, I’ve tried to prepare my emotions for the worst - losing my beloved home.

Since the post on August 9th, 2008, I’ve dreamed of fixing up my decor, not to sell my home, but to live joyfully in it. Paint, lighting, new flooring, built in cubbie holes to display art and collections, and trick doors to hide the basement stairs. Plus I want to enjoy the sweat and toil (and pain) put into my new deck.

I want the magic. love (and sweat equity - and watching too much HGTV in the painting room) michele

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