Collage Class

My first class in collage started last week.

This is not a good class for me.  I am one of those messy sorts and within minutes of starting a project, I have bits of paper scattered all over the floor, my desk, and my lap.

After several attempts at using a brush for the ModPodge, I resorted to using my fingers.

Now, the bits that were on my desk were stuck to my fingers (not to mention the globs of Mod Podge

that accumulated on my fingers).

The long suffering husband began to whine about the mess in my corner.

I am not sure where this will end, but here is my first week's project.

I think he needs more short bits on his face, but those were the bits that turned into goo on
my fingers.
Another class today.  Perhaps we will learn how to do this "tidily".
We had a beautiful bloom pop up this week.  It is a dendrobium orchid that pushed it's bloom up
through a palmetto bush.
Wishing all a Happy PPF

Clean up

I had to do it!

My lanai/studio was a mess.

And the bad thing is that it is fully visible from the living room

My more than patient husband hadn't said a word BUT in anticipation of cooler weather,

I knew he would like to enjoy that space out side.

So everything got packed up and put away and it looks like a nice place to relax, if and when the cooler weather ever comes.

Before the massive clean up, I took an old painting and reworked it.

My daughter sent me a book this past week, Old in Art School by Nell Painter.
First of all, I loved the fact that her name was Painter and she was a painter.
My last name is Art and I enjoy art.
And then I read the book!
This is a great read and I can't wait to pass it along to my arty friends.
We all can identify with her many emotions as she makes her way through art classes.
Old in Art School by Nell Painter
You will enjoy it!

And the blooms on the lanai this week?

Wishing all a Happy PPF

Sweet Memories in Collage

In anticipation of a new class in collage at our art center, I have been cutting and pasting

this past couple of weeks.

A trip to a Goodwill Store turned up a new background for me.  They had a basket full of old

Simplicity and Butterick patterns.  The tissue patterns were brown with age and I decided they 

would be perfect for a background.  What I didn't anticipate was the flood of memories that came back to me as I opened the pattern.

My mother made everything I wore until my junior year in high school.  She made dresses, coats, slacks, suits and prom dresses.  She even made my attendant's dresses for my wedding.

We would head off to the fabric store, pick a pattern and then choose the fabric.

It was our idea of fun.  I loved picking the fabric and she loved making the outfit.  As I got older,

I came up with variations on the pattern which she could always accommodate,  no problem.

When my daughter came along, she was ecstatic.  She was back sewing again.

What a gift she had!  And I just took it for granted.  Do I sew?  NO!  I never had the patience for it.

But I have some amazing, sweet memories of my dear personal seamstress.

"Swatches"

"Decisions, decisions"

Wishing all a Happy PPF