Why or is it time to take it personal

Why is my suitcase out in the middle of the room? Am I going some where? Why is there a bank statement everywhere I am? Why is my son-in-law leaving town for 2 months just when I am about to arrive for a 6 wk. visit? Something I said, did...????

Pleasure is all mine

Today, I completed the Austrian crystal necklace, earrings, and bracelet a neighbour asked me to fix a month ago. The crystal necklace, belonging to her grandmother, (my neighbour is 86 years old), had been strung on cotton and had broken. No wonder!; the size 20 mm bi cones numbered 24 with smaller 4mm bi cones separating them. I cannot imagine her being able to walk when wearing this piece. She is under 4" 10". I made the necklace smaller, added earrings and a bracelet using some of the most beautiful clear Austrian crystal I have ever bought.The finished project,counting the one of a kind crystals, clasp and memories....priceless.

Donediddydonediddydonediddydone...sing it with me

YES! YES! YES! I am done with this painting. Of course, I have yet to ask for feedback and have to scan and touch up and lift but in all essence of this project. It is done. High fives all around...on second thought.....

SO PAINT DAMN IT!!

Ott light is on my left, palatte on my right, fresh water in my dispenser, towel over my right knee, fresh block in front of me and Jon my Bon Bon is playing encouragingly to me " when you breath I'll be the air for you." So I load my clean brush and...and.... and....CRAP!!! it used to be soooo easy.

Missing my slave

10 days of nonstop beading, talking, eating, beading. My eyes are red my fingertips cracked and bleeding but we have amassed such a pile of pretty, shiney, beaded adornment that it just took our combined breaths away....and thats A LOT OF AIR to set loose on the Okanagan. We took pictures of all of it, a 5 hour endeavor and had to sit down again with high fives all around and congradulatory glasses of wine, gasping at our creative genius. The proof will be in the sale of our jewel children in December in Edmonton. Rita the willing jewelery slave boarded her plane....thank goodness for the metal detectors discovering our favorite pieces cleverly hidden under her layered clothing; and flew back to snowy Edmonton.

A message from Laurie...

Background info on the B&E: Rita and I were blisfully surfing gem and bead stores on line, when I decided to check the Blog and saw that "someone" was posting a very critical mother bashing message sooooo....I started to delete and add and when the final post happened, I had won....not a surprise...then came the follow-up P/C and gales of hysterical laughter.....I love my girl, she so gets me.

And now the B&E.....

I feel I need to clarify a few things...and that meant I needed to use my Ninja like skills to break into my mothers blog.

Dear, wonderfull, quick witted ma forgets that people reading her words may not see the humor and love that she may have meant to infer. Sure I may have mentioned ..in passing...that she has become mildly addled...but compared to moi, she is still an amazing artist and creative intellect.She has a difficult time dealing with the combination of too much speed and all those flashing red and blue lights...so she gets a little confused or yes..addled, and instead of going directly home...goes through a Starbucks or Dairy Queen drive through...

I believe the 200 or 300 people reading, might even believe I am not deserving such an angel. Hey..not fair..I am a giver!I pull up her underwear before she goes out in public...I come to rolling stops before I drop her off places...I even..get this..book her plane tickets home when she comes to visit me!!

So you see...I love my mother.
so there...But I know for a fact she loves morer.

laurielaurielaurielaurielaurie.....

Listen To The Song of The Broken Hearted

I am living on a prayer most of the time; particularly since a certain bump on the head left me "addled". The loving term Laurie, aka Tangible uses to explain my "creative ways to others. To set the record straight let me state my philosophy of my use of the English language in.. well, English. I do not believe it is MY responsibility to use spell check. If my trademake style of prose offends, please use Tools, (yes I do know it exists) and correct. Perhaps you are one of "The Others",with the belief that those over a certain golden age should be seen and not heard or in Tangible and BFF's case NOT to both. Finally since the affore mentioned head injury, I do hear voices, music,and static as background noise to life and have decided to make it work for me and speak in the lyrics Of the god, Jon Bon Jovi when ever possible. This will be my one and only explanation for "my ways". I plan to hold on to what I've got...Its my life and I'm not going to live forever...I just want to live while I'm alive...ITS MY LIFE!