Thursday, October 23, 2014

Friday Ramblings: The Creative Vortex

This last week I have been consumed.
It's called a creative vortex and I love it.
It's been a really, really long time and I'm glad to be sucked into it.

Yesterday's vortex might have been fueled by just a tiny bit of caffeine followed by a great night of sleep.
Much better than speed.
And it's not illegal. 

First thing in the morning, I found this killer Pinterest Board with this photo on it.

My mouth dropped open and I thought, "Dominos....DOMINOS." 
I have long loved dominoes since my eldest sister introduced me to altering them.
(Long  ago, I wrote This Post about dominos.)
 I grabbed my box of dominos and went to town.
I put them in every small container I could find. In and out, in and out. 

I was so excited, I snapped this photo and sent it via text to both my sisters.
One sister replied, "??"
Wasn't it obvious?
In my caffeine fueled state, I couldn't understand why there was not an instant understanding to this photo:

As I'm writing this, it's like realizing what an idiot you made of yourself at the party the night before.
I'm also trying to edit this post and realize the party the night before has more after effects than I realized and more caffeine this morning isn't helping. Cause seriously, I don't do caffeine so it doesn't make sense and neither does this post.

I think I need help.
I'll go look for a creative vortex anonymous group that doesn't do caffeine and then does.
If I can't find one, I'll set one up and y'all can come.

The next thing I knew, I was digging through drawers and finding these adorable playing cards I bought years ago from Linda at Itsy Bits And Peices.
It was like a scene from that show, Minute To Win It.
All I had on my mind was "GIVE THANKS"
I shuffled frantically through the cards and came closer and closer to having every letter.

What does this have to do with the dominos?
I haven't the slightest idea.
Maybe in the vortex, I saw something on Pinterest that said give thanks.
yep. probly.

Nevertheless, I found every. letter. 

Clearly, I should have been on the show.
I would have totally walked home with all the cash and prizes.
Stay with me, cause I'm trying to tie all this together.


Now I won't have ??????? in the comments.
It's called Friday Ramblings for a reason.

I wasn't finished with my day, though.
Oh, no. Not by a long shot.
I had a couple of errands to run, maybe stopped by Good Will and came home ready to dive into
my art desk that has been covered with small bits of wood, paper, stamp carvings, ink and paint.

I put on a movie that I found at Good Will, "Sliding Doors". Remember that one?
Gwyneth Paltrow with a British accent.

I am working on this,



It's everywhere.
A bunch of this was done the last week minus caffeine.
No, really.
I think yesterday was the only party-vortex on caffeine day.
Pretty sure.

Today it's a Tylenol and face all the deers kinda day.
Wish me luck.

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Thursday, October 9, 2014

Friday Ramblings: The Wedding

No artwork this week, but as promised, wedding photos.

I'm not sure I will do this post justice. There are just too many feelings and emotions I am STILL trying to process, to recall, to let soak into my heart and mind.
I'll just recap the highlights I can recall!

You guys.
We have a SON!!!!!!!!!!!
(A good thing to be able to recall.)

The temperature being 105. Stupid hot.
Holding the back of my daughter's dress and running to the bathroom. No, really. RUNNING. She was afraid the groom would see her.

When I began to walk down the aisle, I made eye contact with a dear friend, and that's all it took. I couldn't stop weeping. Tears just leaked out. Leaked. They didn't stop for two days.

These beautiful girls. 
In my house for five days.
Yes, I cried when they left. 
So what. You would have, too.

Each one of the bridesmaids giving the groom a special, distinct look as they came down the aisle.
Brenna's smile as she entered right before her sister-oh, Lord, have mercy. I thought her face would split.

The moon rising and the temperature going down, giving us a magical evening as the lights twinkled.
Sweating on the dance floor like I was in Mexico.

Candle light.
Good music
Great food

Maybe an illegal firework or two.
Friends on their knees cleaning up confetti from the grass.
People pitching in to gather, box up and move so. much. stuff.
Another friend, his tie slung over his shoulder and his shirt sleeves rolled up while he helped in the kitchen.

 In the blink of an eye, it was finished and we found ourselves scrambling to clean up in an hour what took weeks and weeks (and weeks) to put together.
But the memories?
Ah, well.
They last forever and get sweeter over time.

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