Tuesday, October 20, 2015

October favorite month.

Our trip for four days in a cabin outside of Dahlonaga Georgia with favorite couple to share with was so much fun
Our dear husbands took us to about 6 winery/vineyards waiting patiently as my girlfriend and I tasted probably 30 plus wines but not all in one day/  I bought home 4 bottles while she did 10.

In the town which was just filling up with tourist I found this delightful store. I do like to try different herbs in vinegars and olive oils so this was perfect for me and bought six different kinds of oils and balsamic vinegars. 

 We then managed to have them drive us to Berts Farm to pick out some gourds or pumpkins.  Did you ever see blue pumpkins, or pink pumpkins?  The entire several  acreage had all sizes of them, big. huge, medium and small. Most fun for me was the little house we rented on a river with trails to walk .  We weren't there an hour and my husband went fishing and immediately caught this trout (and threw it back).  It was a fun trip that we take once a year, they from Florida and we from Tennessee.

Monday, October 19, 2015


I guess I started to try my hand at quilting several years ago at the insistence of my quilting friends. I joined a swapping group that had many different ideas on making blocks and sending them to each other.  I also managed to do lap quilts for most of my 9 grandchildren and some for just hither and there.
I did not considered  myself a quilter as they were but it was creative and I loved creating.  However, I found that I was a proficient sewer and decided it was time to put away that creativeness and go for my true love of painting and several other paper type challenges like Artist Trading Cards, Fabric(yes) postcards, homemade envelopes which I still do.  Journaling has always been a way for me to express my feelings and I have been doing that on and off for years.  Now I am doing an Art Journal to express my love of color, design and the art supplies I have gathered.

Now this quilt I show here is my last to do.  I did the top of the quilt and my BFF took it home with her on a visit to Tennessee to see me, and put the backing together for me and also as a birthday gift had it quilted.  I really did like doing these blocks mainly because of my artist eye of color and to tell the truth rather easy to do.  The hard part my friend did for me.  The top and back are my design so I will take credit for that but the quilting of it is outstanding.  I never quilted the tops and she wanted me to see how nice they come out when you finish it with quilting it together.

In my "sewing" days I also made those fabric postcards, pin cushions,wall hangings and even a calendar of months for my grandson Matt.  I may even have those in this blog somewhere.  So here it is.  My final!

The back is black and white with dark mauve around it.

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Outsider Art

Last night I watched a public broadcasting system movie documentary about a city and it could be in any large city that has an influx of homeless people.   It was call Slum City Art.
In just a small area in a large city that has abandoned buildings, closed  stores etc. most of these homeless people always end up. They virtually live on the street or in corners of these old buildings or if they can get inside they go inside.

A certain percentage of these homeless people can be those that just got out of jail and no place to go, could be junkies from drugs that have lost everything because of the drugs or it could be the economy and the loss of jobs. Again, a certain percentage of them  are released from mental institutions.

From what I understood about this area, a working artist decided to open up one of the storefronts with her own money and provided a place for anyone to come in and do art. It started out with just a handful of people all sizes all shapes all having different reasons for being homeless yet they wanted to express their self and their feelings by doing part, by painting and drawing the circumstances around them.

They were  a little reluctant at first . Trust can be a problem! A few painted sitting on the curbs outside using  colored  pencils, water coloring paints, crayons whatever someone left or donated to this effort.  A few would take the chance and move inside the art building with  work tables, chairs and all kinds of medium was set up for them to use at their discretion.

It was amazing to me to see how many of these "homeless people ,"  were very talented and  would  sell their paintings.  The artist who started this would take half a dozen of them to art galleries and museums that they had never been to before. She wanted them to see what types of art is out there and to learn more about the classics that we take for granted.

She just let them go with whatever they wanted to paint or sketch or draw with her being there to help should they need to be critiqued in anyway. But, most of the time she just let them do their thing. It was amazing to me to see the talent that could have been lost but for this woman. If you get a chance to see PBS check it out. Another website is ArtIntheStreets.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Fall my favorite time of the year!

Fall or Autumn doesn't matter what you call it.  It is the coolness of the breeze you feel as you step outside on your deck with the first cup of coffee, my  favorite morning routine but only happens this time of year.,

Only thing missing are those hummingbirds at feeders Drinking the sugar water, then flying back and forth from tree to feeders.  This year they stayed until the end of Sept. And it is now October and the left for warm places.  I'll leave up the feeders in case a few stragglers on their way to  the South need a fill up.  I'll see them again next summer.  Did you know the same hummers come back to those feeders.?  That's what I read!!

Well, back to Fall or Autumn.  I like Autumn, it sounds crisp and colorful to me.  Leaves are beginning to ting on their ends a golden which will turn other shades of gold and red and then brown 
Waiting for either a slight breeze or just their turn to fall to the ground. The ground becomes a carpet of brown and some color that fell along with them.  Now  as I walk the  ground under neath these trees I feel the  crunch and you get the fragrance of flowers they fell upon that have started to leave their blooms..  

Coffee getting cold, now I need a fillup. Back in the house, fill the cup, no need to stay inside to drink it as my favorite lounger awaits me on the deck.  Yes, settling down on the chaise, sip of coffee. a cookie  too. . I just love this morning autumn break from those past hot, summer mornings.  Umm! Coffee,  so good!  Perfect morn.


Monday, August 10, 2015

Should be a Postscript!

A few months ago I wrote about the subject of aging, being invisible to people in the streets and how those with white hair (like me) are treated like they don't exist.  Some may disagree with  my subject but it was my observation, no one elses.  To disagree is good, to agree even better.

Now I don't like to get into anything political and even some religious points but I thought this a little ironic that at the time I was writing it my daughter in law Jennifer Rothschild was writing a book titled Invisible. It was not the same subject as mine but pretty close.  I had no idea she was getting published with this in August.

Today I received her book.  The title is "Invisible".  If you want to call it a religious book, okay but it was so right on for today and all those younger than us elders ,who may feel neglected, invisible of sorts to others, invisible to self, that I couldn't put it down. In fact, in the days and years gone by I wish I had that book to read.  It is a love story from Hosea book in the bible that Jennifer relates us to.

It is now in stores and on Amazon but first go to theinvisiblebook.org to see what I am talking about.  I must say that I missed putting one  sentence on my blog that I wrote a few months ago about the subject of being Invisible and that is "You are not Invisible to God".

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Just Children!

On May 2nd  I attended a Woman's Christian conference Clinton, Tennessee called "Fresh Grounded Faith."
Everyone who entered the auditorium received a bag which contained information as to what the  agenda would consist of, information regarding the speakers etc.  As the auditorium started filling up I looked into this bag  noticing a plastic envelope and a photo of a child's face inside it.

I knew that this conference was interested in a program to help children and their families by supporting them financially and spiritually.  I had seen adds on TV of organizations asking for support for the same thing and always felt that monies received went more towards the administration then the children. This was different. Compassion International listed on the Internet.
 I knew of others who were already sponsoring some of these children in many different countries. I knew my son and his wife were sponsoring children also and had such good information about the organization and their children.  So I wanted to do the same.

It would cost me $38 a month so much less than I spend each month on miscellaneous "stuff" each month.  This could help a child. So I checked the folder for the name  of the little three year old and then noticed her birthday.  It was my daughters' birthday, my youngest and I felt a little tug on my heart..

To me it was ironic that out of all the hundreds of bags given out to the women at the conference, mine had this child and here is her picture. She was meant to be sponsored by me.

I  write this on my blog not to be praised, not for a pat on the back.  I just had something to say and hoped that some one reading my blog would be tempted to help a child by going to that website for Compassion International..

Happy Mother's Day too!


Monday, March 30, 2015

In My Opinion

The Invisibles 2009 

The word invisible in Websters dictionary says: "incapable of being seen, hidden, not appearing".
That is why I am invisible and I will proceed to tell you why.

You change when you hit 70+.  Maybe your hair will turn gray or pure whte, you may walk a little slower afraid of falling and you look as if you lost something because you are always watching the ground for fear of that.

No one notices you anymore.  You don't go to parties as much as some of your friends are no longer around to have them due to the fact they have moved away from you or have passed.
Waiting at resturants foyer for a table to open up you look around for a bench or seat to sit on and no one younger or even a man sitting there get up to offer you a seat.
Most, not all, young people walk in and out of doors oblivious that you are behind them not holding that door for you. We are Invisible!

However, one place we are not invisible at all and that is at our Doctor's office.  We are all there, white, gray hairs sitting awaiting our turn.  Yes, the nurse knows we are not Invisible, she calls our name.

There are all types of us Invisibles.  Some are lucky to still be able to take care of themselves at home while some are in another type of home, a Nursing Home.  All sizes, all shapes, all colors, white hair, gray it doesn't matter we are Invisibles.
 Now they are called "Honey, Sweetie, Dear.  These names I only use to my love ones but now semi-strangers are calling them by that.  What ever happened to "May I call you -------" or "Ms.-------- from these young guardians of our health.  Our immediate families who will love us no matter what our age, value us.  We aren't Invisible to them, well hardly.  They may call upon us to vent but never to take advice.  That I a subject that would  make a whole different ranting on my part.

Here is what stirred my ranting this time.

 I was standing in front of Walmart Store waiting for my ride when I see a white van pull up.  Doors swing open, woman driver gets out.  Takes out walkers, wheel chairs gently brings out the people. They are not Invisible to her, its her job. Yes, all white heads, soon to be Invisible in Walmart.
I smiled as they slowly walked by me so being white haired they saw me and we exchanged smiles.  There must have been 10 of them and I noticed young people passing by them as if there was  a big sale to end in 5 minutes.  No one holds a door, none of them smiling just rushing past these Invisibles.
 Maybe I should start a club for us Invisibles, we could meet, eat and greet while we rant about the younger generation. Be assured you younger than us, you will be joining in our club one of these days.