There Seemed To Be A Theme

Much like when you buy a new car and THEN you notice ALL those same cars on the road.

Well, our 5-day road trip to Art Is You - Santa Rosa and back, I found a theme was kind of, sort of forming.

Here I am about to cross to the "other side of the tracks".

Janice and I shopped until the car was bursting with treasures. We mapped out a bunch of thrift stores down the 101 and our little 6 hour drive turned into 12-1/2 hours. Oh what fun we had.

We stopped at thrifts, small boutique shops, scrapbook stores, antique stores and of course satisfied our culinary desires - sugar-free breve mochas, cupcakes, trifles, beignets, Thai food, Mexican food, pastrami sandwiches, lettuce wraps... we ate lots of small meals, but with lots of flavors!

 Yeah. SO me... ya think? Yes, this shirt came home with me.

And... well, this was just too cool NOT to snap a photo of.

See, I'm not only a little "trashy", I'm also eclectic.

Cheers and Happy Tuesday!

Loading Up The Wagon

This girl, and her good-best friend, Janice, are heading to Art Is You Santa Rosa in just a couple of days.

Let the BIRTHDAY fun begin.

We'll be road-tripping our way down the 101 with a list of thrifts along the way.

Packing lightly and putting the back seats down, making room for treasures!

We are taking two classes this year. A Finnabair class and a Jen Crossley class.

Looking forward to catching up with old friends and meeting new ones too.

This is one of the projects I made last year in a class taught by Lesley Venable. I shopped locally in Petaluma for a little box to fit in an old wooden drawer I brought along with me. Lesley provided the burnt-out Altoid box. It always helps to bring along a mix of doo-dads even when the workshop has a kit fee. It just makes it your own. No one in this workshop went home with two of the same finished projects. Those are the workshops I like best!

This piece is titled Frozen Dead.

I love how it turned out. I even LOVE the CREEPY poetry.

She wore a pair of mittens,
She wore a little blouse,
She wove all night.
In the still, cold house,

She sang as she worked,
And the harp-strings spoke;
Her voice never faltered,
And the thread never broke,
And when I awoke, --

There sat my mother
With the harp against her shoulder,
Looking nineteen,
And not a day older.

A smile about her lips,
And a light about her head,
And her hands in the harp-strings,
Frozen dead.

Well Wishes and Whatnot - #1

A lovely Mr. Rooster photo taken by me in June of 2012

on the beautiful island of Maui, Hawaii.

The first of many simple Wednesday posts.

Well Wishes and Whatnot will be a mix of photography, quotes, and other items of interest.

A Short and Sweet break to get us all through the week.