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Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Clay Play . . .

I ENJOYED attending a “Making A Mug” class last night at the
Robin Nidelcheff Studio


There were five of us, plus Robin the instructor.
We received instruction, flattened the clay, discussed designs and got busy creating!


Here is my piece . . .
My “mug” may become a vase . . . I decided on no handle . . . so a vase or a “both hands mug!”
Excited to see it after it is fired and glazed . . .
I can see flowers and/or greens in it already though . . .

Friend Donna’s looked wonderful . . .

Mugs will be fired during the week
and we will add the glaze next week.

Brousing through the studio was great fun.
i found a few items that might have to come home with me.
Like this piece . . .

some nice things wherever I looked . . .



I received one of Robin’s pieces at Christmas . . . beautiful deep red glaze, wonderful design.
I placed the plate with some 70’s Audubon flower and bird templates . . . and I do like the look . . .

Stepping out, trying something a bit new, feels like good health to me.
I love being surrounded by the arts . . . and love participating too . . .

’til next time . . .
love
lynne

Friday, January 4, 2019

Tucked Away . . .

2018 is packed up, tucked away for another time, another year.
I sorted through my many Christmas things In the process . . .
Some were placed in their usual containers and several others made their way to a resale shop.
I sorted through books, magazines and many were donated to the library.
A 1966 Christmas magazine issue was one of them.
Plus several 70’s, 80’s December Country Living magazines . . .
It was time . . .

Our New Year Eve was quiet . . . as was the day.
I fell asleep before the “ball dropped” . . . Mister Irish awakened me with a New Year kiss!

We enjoyed watching some of the Rose Bowl Parade . . .
My friend, JoAnn was there to witness it all in person.
There she is above, on the left, at the parade, with her California friend.
Talk about loyal, she and her long time friend LOVE their Ohio State Buckeyes!
And “the win” made the day perfect for them.


We spent New Year Day relaxing . . . no plans, no people, quiet dinner for two.
I went through photos from the year, years . . .
and was reminded of my family, friendships and many blessings.

I have repeated some of the pictures in the different collages . . .
I wish I could introduce you to everyone in person.

Awwwww . . . the memories . . . you never know, when you might find yourself in my pictures.

One of my favorite things to do in 2018 was watercolor . . .
Relaxation at its finest.
I finally have reached a place of appreciation of the “doing” and I don’t fret as much on how it looks.
The piece above was done by an exceptional artist, Rita, of Sketchbook Wandering.
http://sketchbook-wandering.blogspot.com
Love her blog, posts, and artistic brillance.

This quote below by Steven Aimone, Expressive Drawing, says it best . . .
I especially think so, as I watch the natural joy of my great grand Oakland four year old,
experiencing life with pen, pencil in hand as she “draws her stories.”

“Put a few crayons & some paper in front
of any 3 year old & you’ll observe the nearly
universal desire & ability to draw. They don’t
worry about rendering the exact likeness of
the world, they’re too busy creating a world
all its own. They don’t agonize over what
they’re doing.”
Steven Aimone
~ Expressive Drawing ~

I too . . . feel like a child again as I putter away with color and designs . . . it is good for my soul.

Beautiful sunny day here today . . . and we did receive a blanket of snow . . . day before last.
Made me happy indeed . . .
Wishing each of you a Happy New Year . . .

’till next time
love
lynne

Sunday, December 23, 2018

Merry Christmas . . .

Snowless in Michigan . . .
A few days ago I blew leaves and brought the tractor out again and mowed leaves . . .
Unbelievable weather . . .

Christmas Eve is fast approaching and a green Christmas it will be.
I remember a green Christmas back years ago and then tons of snow arrived.
I hope that happens again . . .
I love the snow . . . walking in it, watching it fall, and years ago . . . skiing in it.
Loved, loved those days!

This is what it looked like last year about now . . .

I have been cutting greens, decorating, cooking, baking . . .

Many Christmas and holiday touches have appeared around our home.
Like my mother’s Hummel Nativity.
She purchased each piece individually, in the sixties, from Germany, each piece a mere nine, ten dollars.
Bringing these carefully wrapped, Hummel pieces out each year and arranging them on this lovely cloth,
which was gifted to me by my late husbands mother, is one of my first happenings of the season . . .

I like the Hummel Angels that she gifted me as well.

And the felted ornaments she made, like this one, with my grandmothers pearls . . .

Shiny Brights fill the tree and some travel memory ornaments, plus many others . . .
Love the stories and memories our tree brings . . .


Tiny corners, with tiny touches . . .

I am a saver, and fill my tree with tiny birds and nests . . .

Tiny cards with special wishes from a friend . . .

And this card from a teacher friend from my first year of teaching, 1961 . . .
with a poem, “Touch Hands . . . “ which was written by a family member of hers . . .

This pencil drawing of my brothers on the mantle is a forever treasure . . .
a drawing he did of “Christmas at Lynne’s” . . . in ‘94.

We tried a self timer picture this year . . . over and over . . . nothing worked.
Mister Irish looked sleepy, Snickers gave up . . .

Better luck the next day . . . with Mister Irish missing part of his head . . .
I knew he had had it . . . with the picture thing, when he said . . . “it’s a wrap!”

Yesterday, the twenty second, we were all together here.
What a wonderful day . . .
What joy it was to hear our home bustling with family . . .

Our great grands discovered what fun it was to play together,
slide down the stairs on their rumps, run and play, laugh, giggle . . . music to our ears!


Thank you for visiting . . .
Thank you for friendship . . .
Wishing You . . .