“You wereoutwalkinglateatnightagainbyyourself,weren’tyou?Howmany timeshaveItoldyoutotakeataxiwhenyouworklate?Youtakeafewkickboxing classes andthinkyoucantakeontheworld.”He tapped a toe encased in spit-shine, black leather. Hisfaceregisteredextremedisapproval.
“It’srudetosay‘I toldyou so’,Kess.”I sat straighter and tried forinjureddignity.
“Inthiscase you wereright.” I ran the fingersofmygoodhandthrough mytangled hair. Imustlookamess.
Finally! It's official. I can share the news, though I was asked not to make a big deal of it. So here is me not making a big deal of it.
2667 artists from 88 countries entered the 2018 BP Portraits Award Competition this year. From these entries it was narrowed down to 215. From the 215 (8%) to 48 (1.8%) to 4. My daughter's work was one of the 48 selected. What does this mean? Her painting, along with the other 47 selected entrants, will be exhibited at the National Portrait Gallery in England from June 14-September 23, then the exhibition will travel to Wolverhampton Art Gallery October 13 to December 2, the Scottish National Portrait Gallery in Edinburgh from December 2018 to March 2019 and Cartwright Hall, Bradford from March till June 2019.
If you'd like to learn more about the entrants, here is thelink .
The Easter Bunny was kind enough to leave me flowers this year, along with the little vase and whimsical lady. He's got my number:) Though, considering the years he's been hopping down the bunny trail, he should have it down pat. Ha.
When the daisies had pretty much completed their cycle of life I took them outside with the idea of dumping them then stuck them in the garden instead.
first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Members post about their
doubts and fears, discuss struggles and triumphs, and offer words of
encouragement to others who are struggling.
April 4 question - When your writing
life is a bit cloudy or filled with rain, what do you do to dig down and keep
This question really hits home, as it no doubt does for most authors. I can go from a glass half-full to a glass half-empty in the drop of a sale.
Finding balance is tough. We all need goals, something to strive toward. But when those goals aren't reached it feels like failure. So we step back. Maybe we take in a movie, read a good book or take a few days off.
All we can do is lick our wounds (just a figure of speech:), take a deep breath, grow our writing and try again. In the words of the immortal Scarlett O'Hara tomorrow is another day.
I've been sending hints to my daughter to paint this photograph that I took of a ceramic pitcher that she made and the pepper that I grew. Wouldn't it make a great painting for the kitchen? I framed it to give you a feel for what it would look like.
I decided to add some blue to my tulip bed. The newbies are phlox and love full sun. They should do fine this spring but when summer arrives so will shade from the butterfly bush. Toes-crossed they'll survive and thrive. Though I'll settle for just survive:)
I found this little nest in one of the bushes by the garden. Thank goodness the parents-to-be realized this wasn't a safe neighborhood to bring little ones into and moved out before they started a family.
As most of you know, our fence is set up to keep the cats inside. Let me just say this is not our cat. Apparently, besides keeping our cats in, it keeps other cats out. I'm still not sure how he got up there. After whining pitifully for a few minutes about his predicament he did jump down. With that paw on the rail it looks like he's posing doesn't it?
A friend of mine makes them. It's her version of decluttering or 'cleaning out the cabinets'. She takes dishes, bowls, ceramics, candle holders, etc. that she no longer uses and converts them to yard ornaments. Pretty cool, huh?