Wednesday, June 14, 2017

scribble picnic :: bird

Bird is the theme this week at Scribble Picnic. Thanks to Michael for hosting.

I signed up for a Pen & Ink class at our local wellness center for the month of June and “bird” just happened to be the theme for our class, too!

Give me a pen and a “Fixer Upper” marathon on TV and I’m content for hours!!

Sunday, June 11, 2017

sunday sketches :: lily on the bookshelf

“Well, now. How do I get down?” That’s what is going through this little troublemaker’s mind!

I’ve been making more and more time to sketch and paint lately. It feels good.

Mostly I have to study the weather and plan when I can mow the grass. It grows so darn fast! I have to work around rain and extreme heat. Who knew it would be such a challenge!

I’m 58 and never had to cut my own grass. In my defense, I grew up with 4 brothers and that was their job. Later on, I lived in a series of apartments and townhouses where the yard work was part of the rent. Then when I married, that was something that Bob enjoyed doing. But now…it’s my job. My dad came to visit and taught me how to do it. I do believe I’ve lost a little weight. It can be a good workout!

This week, the string on the trimmer/edger ran out so I had to figure how to get it working again. I watched a video, refilled the cartridge and was back to work in no time! What did we do before YouTube?

I hope your weekend is good. Me? I plan to stay indoors today where it’s nice and cool. A good day to catch up on my fellow bloggers!

Do stop by Alexandra’s site to check out other Sunday Sketches.

Sunday, June 4, 2017

sunday sketches :: where’s lily

I haven’t done a Lily drawing in a while. She’s not a very good hider! A good sleeper, yes!!

Sharing my Lily painting on Sunday Sketches. Thanks to Alexandra for hosting!

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

scribble picnic :: books

Books are the theme this week at Scribble Picnic. Thanks to Michael for hosting.

I’m slowly settling in to the new “normal” that is my life now that Bob is gone. I have good days and bad days. And that is normal.

Last week, I did some sketching for the first time in a long while. I’m trying to incorporate that back into my life.

Yesterday, I started cutting the grass. It was cloudy and cool. Then it started sprinkling. Then it started raining. So that was the end of my mowing for the day.

Instead I ended up indoors and decided to focus on the theme for this week. I settled down near my nightstand and sketched the books and knickknacks there. I always have several books in the queue. This little shelf is not really a bookshelf. I think it was meant to hold DVDs or something but it works perfect for books.

I decided to draw everything on the table so you can see all the little things that I need at bedtime: photo of Bob and my grandson on a hike, cherry flavored chapstick, box of Kleenex, cat dish for holding eyeglasses, tin of cough drops, melatonin gummies, current book and my hot pink Kindle.

Is there a book or two on your nightstand? Now I’m off to see other Books at the Scribble Picnic. Then out to finish the yard work!

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

scribble picnic :: door

Door is the theme this week at Scribble Picnic. Thanks to Michael for hosting.

I decided to make a good sketch of my front door and paint it. Actually, this has been a task on my To Do list for a while, so now I had a good excuse to sit down and sketch it. I’m thinking of painting the door. Currently, it’s a dark Kelly green color. Now I can use Photoshop and play around to see what color I want to change it to.

Maybe a red door? Or a darker green? Maybe grey? I would love to paint it turquoise but I don’t think it would look right with the bricks that are around it! Oh, well. I’ll figure something out!

See you next week…the theme is Potted Plant in case you want to join us!

Sunday, April 30, 2017

sunday sketches :: cat in the garden doodle

Thanks to everyone who left comments on my last post. I hope you don’t think that I felt good about “borrowing” someone else’s work. To this day, it bothers me!! I can’t believe I didn’t confess. I probably should have and taken the “F” I deserved rather than live with the anguish of it all these years!! Ah, well, ancient history.

I’m slowly making time for more painting and drawing even if it’s only silly doodles like this one. It’s been almost 2 months since my husband passed away and I still miss him so much. Every morning I wake up and he’s the first thought in my head. And the last thought before I sleep at night.

I guess I am making progress though. At least I can now go to the grocery store without crying. Well, most of the time. It’s silly little things like seeing a cookie that he liked, then crying right there in the snack aisle.

Both of my grandmothers lost their husbands in their late 50s. One lived until she was 86. The other is 102 and still going. I come from strong women so I know I will get through this. Just wish I didn’t have to.

Sorry for dragging you down this sad path with me. It’s a nice spring day. The rain has stopped. So I think I’ll get out and grab some sunshine. That might help.

Do stop by Alexandra’s site to check out other Sunday Sketches. I’m sure you’ll find some cheerier posts there!! But thanks for letting me unload.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Scribble picnic :: tree (and a story)

This week’s theme for Scribble Picnic brought back a memory of a poem I “wrote” years ago. It was an assignment for English class – I was probably 11 or 12 – but I just couldn’t do it. Poems are hard to write with all that rhyming and line structure and stuff.

“The …” No, scratch that. “This …” Nope. “Once ...” No, that’s not it either. I’m not writing a fairy tale. I need a good poem word to start with.

I was beyond frustrated. I had to turn in something for class. Anything!

Our home reference shelf was skimpy on poetry. Dictionary. Encyclopedia Yearbook 1959. Medical reference book. Sear’s Christmas catalog. Wait! A book of children’s stories and rhymes! Bingo!

In my defense, my intention was to take a look and get some inspiration but desperation is a powerful motivator.

I copied a poem. Yes, I confess. I plagiarized.


“This book is so old, no one will know. Whoever heard of this old poem? No one! It’s so silly,” said my inner demon.

“That’s cheating and just plain wrong,” said my inner angel.

“I’ll change it up a bit, make it my own. Easy peasy,” I said to the demon and the angel. “Now hush!” I opened my notebook and began to write.


I think that I shall never see.
(No, I never say ‘shall’, I’ll change that to ‘will.’)
I think that I will never see.

A poem lovely as a tree. (Add ‘as’…that’s how I would say it.)
A poem as lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
(Cut this paragraph. What if I have to read my poem aloud? I can’t say breast in front of boys. That’s too embarrassing.)

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
(Oh, that’s nice. I’ll keep that in.)

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
(I’ll change robins to sparrows then it’s not copying word for word.)

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
(Bosom. Breast. Same thing. Take out this part.)

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
(This sounds like something I might write. I’ll leave this in.)

By Joyce Kilmer
(Change this to my name.)

A quick rewrite in my notebook and my homework is done!

Whew! I wrote my poem and could rest easy. The next morning, I handed in my assignment and didn’t give it another thought.


The next morning, my paper is returned.


That’s the grade I got. Well, why not? It was a good poem. It had nice rhymes and everything.

My teacher was so amazed at me. “Did you write this?” he asked.

“Yes, of course,” I replied. Well, I had written it in my notebook, hadn’t I?

“YOU? You wrote THIS?”

“Yes! I wrote it!” Why is he picking on me? He can’t think I cheated. That book I used was so old.

“What gave you the idea?” he wondered.

“I don’t know. I was just looking out the window and thinking and thinking.” Does he see that I’m about to crack?

He quit questioning me. Was he waiting for a confession? Well, I couldn’t admit it now. I told him I wrote it and I was standing my ground.

He didn’t take away my A+. Whew. I’m sure in my whole life this was my one and only A+.

Now skip ahead three years…

Imagine my surprise. I’m sitting in Sophomore English class and thumbing through our textbook. When, hello, there it is. My poem!

Mostly, my poem.

If you made it this far, I hope you enjoyed my story and my little doodle of a tree, a cloud and a pair of sheep! Please stop by and visit other artists at Scribble Picnic.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

scribble picnic :: rabbit

I finally got back in the studio yesterday. This week’s theme at Scribble Picnic was too hard to resist. Our back yard is covered in clover (and weeds) and every evening you can see a rabbit or two.

This time of year, I have to be careful and check before I let the dog out. Last year, she caught a couple of baby bunnies. I guess they panicked and didn’t make it under the fence in time. This year, I’m going to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

Please stop by and visit other artists at Scribble Picnic.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

scribble picnic :: fairy

I’ve been absent for a few weeks. My dear, sweet husband, the love of my life passed away suddenly two weeks ago and I’ve been, well, a mess.

Most days I’m in sort of a fog but only because I’ve been awake since 2 or 3 in the morning. I’m tired, but can’t sleep. Hungry but nothing tastes good. And the slightest thing makes me all weepy.

I keep busy during the day. You wouldn’t believe all the little tasks associated with someone’s passing. Paperwork. Paperwork. And more paperwork. Endless phone calls. Every time I check one task off my To Do list, three more things are added. Sigh.

My friends and family have been wonderful. Text, email, and phone calls every day to see how I am. “I’m ok” is about all I can admit to.

I haven’t felt like painting or drawing. I hope that doesn’t last long. I NEED to get back in the studio. I know it.

I found this illustration of a fairy I did a few years ago. At least this is a start to get me blogging again. And maybe soon, I’ll pick up a paintbrush again.

I’m sharing this post with Scribble Picnic.

Sunday, March 5, 2017

sunday sketches :: brave lily

Here is another sketch of my cat, Lily. This will give you an idea of her personality. Our dog is actually much bigger than tiny Lily but I never worry about those two together. Lily can take care of herself!! The poor dog is always the one who backs away when the fighting gets a little too real.

Sharing my Lily painting on Sunday Sketches. Thanks to Alexandra for hosting!