Friday, March 30, 2012
Thunderstorm dream
Early this morning, after the thunderstorm started, I dreamt that I was out in the backyard in the middle of the night. Much to my surprise, my granddaughter was there with her brother, Everett. "What are you doing up so late? You should be in bed, asleep." Then I looked around and didn't see their younger brother Julian. "Where's Julian?" I asked. "He went up in the rocket ship" Ahnna exclaimed. So I looked up in the sky above the house, and sure enough, a rocket ship had taken off and was probably 500 feet off the ground by then. Well, when Julian gets back, I thought to myself, we'll definitely have to teach him not to get into strange rocket ships.
So today I called Sandi, and told her that although I have a million things to do at home, I need to spend some quality time with the kids very soon. Children grow too fast to postpone fun--"things" can wait to get done.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Crewel stitches
I want to thank my mother and grandmother for teaching me the basics of crewel embroidery when I was a child. Some of those stitches are coming in handy for art journaling! My daughter still has the crude gingerbread boy Christmas ornament I stitched when I was about 8 years old. Even though his mouth and eyes are crooked, and he doesn't have very much stuffing, my mother saved him for me. I think the grandkids really like him, and sometime this year, I'd like to have each of them make their own stuffed gingerbread boy ornament, with a little instruction on crewel embroidery.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Twilight Marina and thoughts
Now I'm obsessed with decorating my journal pages, and have been spending quite a bit of spare time working on them. They're so much fun to work on, and the possibilities are endless. If any of them turn out to look like anything more than dorky, I will take some photos and post them. For now, I'm still learning some of the different techniques, and really like the look of old, faded, worn pages. However, I really haven't gone much in that direction.....yet.http://www.marcia-hero.artistwebsites.com/
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Thursday, December 22, 2011
studio stuff
Well I finally finished moving the furniture around (again) in my home studio. Now, if I can find everything again, it will be a miracle.http://www.marcia-hero.artistwebsites.com/
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better. I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches.. I really would.
I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.
I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.
And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.
It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.
I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.
When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.
I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely. On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.
If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.
I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.
When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.
I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy /girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.
May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.
I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it... And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he/she is not your friend.
I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.
May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.
I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.
These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.
Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. I'm here for you. And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you. ---written by Paul Harvey.
I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.
I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.
And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.
It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.
I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.
When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.
I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely. On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.
If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.
I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.
When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.
I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy /girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.
May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.
I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it... And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he/she is not your friend.
I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.
May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.
I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.
These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.
Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. I'm here for you. And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you. ---written by Paul Harvey.
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