Monday, June 5, 2017

Sold My Sweet Mermaid... And a New Chapter Begins...

I shall miss this darling face gazing at me from across the room as I paint. She was a good companion.  She is part of a larger story, which will be etched upon my memories forever. I was " this close to sanding down her face and reworking her. I've been away from the artwork for over a year. So much has happened. Our family has moved into an AMAZING apartment, my husband has an incredible new profession, and sadly... my youngest brother died.  There has been a lot to let go of, a lot to hold on to, and a whole bunch to just grow through... like manure. It sure did stink. But I'm stronger, and more beautiful because of it. I think my art is too. I have found myself and my path is clear. I am working hard, setting goals, uniting with the universe, and watching as things unfold. It's been awesome.

Days before this painting sold, I resolved to begin again. I began with the positive affirmations and business goals. I decided action would take place even if I wasn't sure which direction I wanted my work to go in. I closed myself in my little studio, and began to paint... and paint... and paint.  My daughters came in to visit, and we talked about this mermaid painting. She was surrounded by other "friends" on the wall who had not sold. Some, I never even posted for sale. Why? One I was sure I wanted to rework. The look was never right... never what was in my heart. I sanded down her face, and began to experiment. I liked the "ancient relic" feel she finally discovered under all of the "tried to hard" layers. The mermaid was next. I had the sandpaper in my hand. But my back was aching. I decided to sit down for a minute. Heck..... I decided to list the sanded painting right then and there. Why wait? Well, I logged in and saw "SOLD". What? My "Mermaid II" painting was SOLD!!! The lady had messaged me the night before. The very hour I locked myself in the studio to paint. The very moments I was discussing the mermaid with my daughters. She sold. Action.  Action. Action.

I'm not sure what stopped me from sanding her at that precise moment. What prompted me to log into my shop. But I'm glad I listened. I'm glad the universe and I are working together. I am thankful. I am inspired to keep moving forward, keep working, keep seeing where this journey leads.

I will so miss this sweet face. And I will never forget her part in this new chapter. I am planning on incorporating her into some inspirational pieces.

Monday, May 15, 2017

I Am A Badass!



I just finished reading this book for the second time. Ok... actually, I listened to this book through audio. I listened while painting. I listened while cooking. I listened while doing dishes and laundry. I listened while fixing my hair and makeup. I listened. By George... I listened.  And I would highly suggest to any aspiring entrepreneur, especially someone creative, and most especially my women friends... read it. Hear it. And listen.

This little nugget is a treasure of real life... down to to earth information. I have been putting the advice to practice. It is working. Really working.

I have been so thick headed and thin skinned. This book helps us laugh at ourselves, pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and claim what was always meant to be ours in the first place. There is humor. There is swearing. There is most of all, truth and wisdom. I have more than one copy of it now. It's a go to for this badass writer/artist/wife/mom!!! 

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Merry Christmas

Everything I've ever wanted... My amazing husband and my beautiful children. I am so grateful for the blessings in my life. I love these people with every ounce of my being, and they always find ways to show me how much they love and appreciate me. This is a special Christmas. It's the first in our beautiful apartment. It's also a difficult one. My brother was born on Christmas day. This is the first without him in this world. It has had it's painful moments. My family has been so wonderful, letting those moments flow in and out, without letting it take over. They understand. They get me. They get the layers of sorrow, regret, pain, and joy. What a gift they are to me. And somehow they have kept even this challenging Christmas ever so merry. 

Monday, October 31, 2016

Happy Halloweeen!


It was a pretty awesome Halloween here. We enjoyed frolicking the new neighborhood and meeting up with friends old and new. One neighbor gave out free coffee to the parents! How amazing is that? So much fun!!!

Saturday, October 1, 2016

A Cat In The Window... It Must Be Home...


As we settle in to our new apartment, we are discovering lots of wonderful nooks, crannies, and unexpected pleasantries. It's really beautiful here. The neighbors are awesome. It's a good old fashioned "so Main Street" kind of feeling. But as I unwrapped another box, I turned and saw Jeremiah enjoying a new perch by a new window.  Somehow it feels like home.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Good Friends Making Home Sweet Home Even Sweeter

One of the very best parts of this new apartment are the people in our neighborhood! We are so blessed to live just a few doors down from my husband's awesome job, and just a stone's throw from two of the best friends I've had in my entire life. And just over the back fence, live some dear friends who just happen to have four of the nicest kids, who are friends with our kids through martial arts.  My dear friend Denise stopped by with a huge tray of homemade cookies today. I kid you not when I tell you that Denise is known far and wide for his expertise in the kitchen, especially with baked goods. It was so very hard to keep a couple of these set aside for when Mike came home from work. Sooooooo good. And her visit was even sweeter.  I am feeling really blessed to have such thoughtful people in my life.

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Daniel, My Brother...


My youngest brother died. I got the call on September 8th, hours after he was found. No one knows how long he had been gone already.  It was drugs. Damned drugs. My dad would prefer we not talk about it. He tells everyone it was a heart attack... even everyone who knows. He doesn't feel it's right to speak ill of the dead. It makes me sad that telling the truth is equated with speaking ill. My brother was a precious, beautiful, precocious child. His future was bright with hope, joy, and talent. He had a predisposition to alcoholism, which kicked in with his first innocent sips of a  Thanksgiving toast as a child. Then a monster took advantage of his weaknesses and introduced him to heavy drugs and abuse while he was still a child. How things would have been different if I had known. But I didn't know. No one knew.

A monster stole my brother's life. One. Then others.

But there were angels too... who tried to help.

I won't lie to try to make myself look like a saint. I had nothing to do with my brother for the last 7 years of his life. If you've loved an alcoholic and/or a drug addict, you know it is hell. I had to choose, and I chose my kids. I would do the same again a thousand times. It was the right thing. But I never stopped loving him. I never stopped praying for a miracle. I never stopped having compassion for an illness he never asked for. It was never his choice.

Many times I felt as though my brother died a long time ago. It still felt that way on September 8th. But as we laid this man to rest, somewhere... somewhere inside that coffin, hidden inside of that corpse... was my baby brother. And God, I loved him.
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