Color

I’ve heard Time and time again how music can lift us out of the doldrums….and it’s true, slap headphones on or ear buds in and my mood will change. I think I intuitively know what genre I need at the moment for my soul.

Color is my other thing. In my home, I’ve tried the soft, neutral palette and I’m just not satisfied. Earlier in the week when I placed the poured paint picture I did for the kitchen, I felt homey and comfortable in my aqua kitchen,

I “consciously” know that growing up in the 60s and 70s we had aqua appliances …….. refrigerator, stove top, oven and sink….when harvest gold and brown were in style. I think subconsciously, when we moved into this house, painting the kitchen aqua had a comfort effect on me.

…..and my newest craft hobby…paint pouring…fills my color need. So many beautiful colors coming together and causes my brain to pop with joy. This week’s favorite:

I think my trial and error period with small canvas is finished…bring on the 11 x 14!

Until next time….

Just a hair shy of 10 inches

The last time I recall rain irritating me this much was a year ago April….Suzy was down for her birthday and we had to sit in the house all weekend because IT WOULDN’T STOP RAINING. We finally drove over to the Kansas side to a Greek restaurant with a belly dancer and Moscow mules…..even though I seldom drink, I had a feeling the Moscow mules would help! That was the weekend before a spring trip to Bennett Spring which had received even more rain so we had to cancel because the campground was flooded and I was irritable!

I’m struggling with positive personal affirmations today as I sit at the table surrounded by gloomy skies that look like more rain…we are out of the drought because of the nearly 10 inches of rain that fell in a couple days. I think this calls for some positive affirmations…quietly sending them out into the universe….

  • We needed a good bath to wash the slimy, ugliness that has permeated the news.
  • Our grounds and streams and plants and trees will thrive with the moisture
  • I lift up those struggling with wet basements and houses and businesses under water
    When the clouds part, I know the sun will feel warmer, brighter and bigger; I know how this works….
  • While I’ve been writing this, it has started misting again. I realize I need to take some action and make an effort to control something I have the illusion I can control….like the cats!
  • Until next time…
  • Was it an earthquake? No just Rex!

    I have rules about the inner sanctum…also known as my craft room. 1) no cats 2)not a playroom AKA just another place to leave toys. as you can see by the picture above, Rex was waiting for an invite before he entered the room…uh, NO!

    When I opened the door this morning, I noticed paint bottles littering the floor and upon further investigation all of the little stuff on the shelf was now laying on the day bed including the quilt my daughter made for me….whaaaat? Seriously what happened?

    Every scenario went through my mind except that a cat had snuck through the ceiling into the closet and because there is no ceiling yet, he was able jump into the room….and then exit by jumping up on the shelf and through the hole above the wall to the next room.

    So…He initiated Plan B….ya. all of the holes are covered, most just reinforced with a second piece as we had already been down this road with the scaredy cat we were unable to adopt last month. That kitty only made it over to the drop ceiling over the bathroom to hide. Rex’s life seems to be one adventure after the other. cat vs us. I know who isn’t going to win!

    Until next time..

    Pour painting

    Dear Diary entry

    I do not remember the first You Tube video I watched that got me hooked. I’m a color person. That’s why my kitchen is aqua and one guest room and my craft room are purple. This hobby speaks to my souls through color right now. Here are some of my favorites…obviously just work table snapshots.

    Another view of depression and PTSD

    I’ve been watching, ahem, muting and fast forwarding TV political ads with skill and ease for the last few weeks…but even with my dedication to avoid the paid political BS, a guy named Jason Kander has slipped through a few times. He was running for Mayor of Kansas City and has a sweet little bio.

    I was shocked to find out, while watching the news last night, that he is withdrawing from his mayoral campaign because of depression and PTSD….before he goes another step further in life, he’s going to do some therapy and work through his demons. I was very surprised because judging from his public and on air personna he’s a walking, talking, laughing, smiling, articulate man who realized the world was his oyster kinda guy.

    NOPE! They are walking among us…and you can’t tell by looking, you can’t tell by listening….you can’t tell!

    Be kind…you have no idea what your friends, your family, the people you pass just doing the daily life stuff are really enduring and feeling.

    Until next time….