Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Anyway, I did a sketch and threw it away because it was so incredibly awful. It looked like some sort of very young insane asylum escapee. Then I did this one (above) and liked it better even though she looks kinda like she's gotta fat double chin... but can't think of a thing for the verse. Also, I drew about three different hats on this kid and then erased them (with my clever eraser machine) because they, also, looked lunatic.
The truth is, I don't care too much about the holidays this year. I normally love Christmas. I normally love Thanksgiving. I normally love New Year's. Normally, I even love my birthday and I am well too-old to be doing that. But this year is so off.
At first I thought it was the election and when that was over, things would get to normal. So, now that's over... but it's no better.
At the shop, without Karen, we wouldn't have ANYTHING ready for Christmas. She has completely carried that load because, truthfully, I just feel so b-o-r-e-d with it. And that's how I feel about this Christmas card. That's how I feel about everything. It's a uselessness that has settled over me and I can't shake it.
Today I am driving with my husband (who is still working 100 hours per week... he's a reporter... and I am very sad and lonely because of it) to Jefferson City for a ballgame of some sort and I think I'll go trudging through the stores there to see what's happening with Christmas while he covers the game. Maybe I'll feel like I'm in the 1940's at Macy's. But I think my clothes are too ugly to even pretend that.
Then, tomorrow, I'm going to make another fire and try to sit down and finish the painting for my cards. I have to have them ready by Friday, which is when Open House begins and we always give cards away.
A little good news is this: I am really happy to have sold another original at the shop, "For the Sake of 10" which was a mixed-media piece on Abraham's conversation with God about saving Sodom and his nephew Lot. It was extra-cool because it had broken glass and salt and lots of destruction and corruption. It was probably my second-favorite piece at the shop (my favorite is Shattering the Darkness) but I just realized that I have misplaced (or permanently lost is more likely) my snapshot of it and all my others of my original pieces. I am very sad to not have a picture of it.
And, obviously, I am just wanting to moan and groan about everything so I will just STOP IT right now!
P.S. to my friend Mary from Mary's Madness... I love your blog and how do you stay so not grouchy!?! You guys should go see her spare bedroom vintage hats and bags. I need to go there and borrow a set-up before I go pretend to be at Macy's while I'm really at old stupid Wal-Mart.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
On this breezy and beautiful day
To find that somehow, incredibly
I'd cleaned it the last time I played!
I just really couldn't believe!
How pretty it was and so inviting
I knew I would NEVER want to leave!
The wind tugging at the sheers
Puppies lazing on their pink beds
Alleviated my creative fears.
The main thing you gotta know though
When you go to your studio so clean
Is you can't really do much of nothing
When you're worried about being a neat-fiend!
Now this poem is some of the worst
That I'll ever admit to have doing
But the point is that when it's too neat
Your studio is really pooh-poohing.
You know you're not going to work there
You don't want to make a big mess
So instead you go to the computer
And write and tell and confess...
Sunday, October 26, 2008
My older daughter Ashley and I went to the St. Louis City Museum this weekend and it was fabulous. You should go.
On the way there, I drove under fabulous skies and also found something else: these days, it's no big deal to get a clear shot (I didn't say a good picture, I said a clear shot) with these digital cameras. The bottom picture was taken out of the windshield of my little red pickup while I was driving along at 70 mph.
Unfortunately, there must be SOMETHING to it though, because just about the only picture at the museum I had that wasn't a blurry mess was this one picture of Ashley (top) and the crayons. I took a total of about 40 pictures there! But I guess because I was trying so hard to do a good job, they all were a shaky, terrible, ridiculous mess. That, and I went down the 7-story slide and I am pretty old to be doing that before I took the majority of those pictures.
Hope you all had a great weekend and that this week is a safe and excellent one. d.
P.S. Ashley wasn't as awed by the big basket of crayons as I was. She wasn't flabbergasted at all. But me, I was like: DID YOU SEE THAT BIG BASKET OF CRAYONS!!!!! I took three pictures of them!
Another P.S. I am now kind of regretting that we did not roast marshmallows at the campfire at the museum. You should always do everything you want to do while you have the chance. It might be too late later and you'll never have the chance again. Man, I am really pretty sad about it! I could have eaten some of those marshmallows and it would have been nice.
Yet Another P.S. Despite what Ashley and Matt say, Nacho Libre and Stuck on You are great movies. You should watch them. Especially Stuck on You. You should try to watch it more than once... you should try to watch it at least twice! Especially if its your friend who is renting the movie!
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
But then Sierra calls and says she likes the wiggly leg. So it is now re-wiggled and maybe it's good enough.
Unfortunately, the process of re-wiggling the legs meant I had to go in and actually read some directions. I am against this, you know. But the sacrifice was worth it, I suppose... (plus, I only read the first three on the list and the list went on and on and on... who can read directions that go on and on and on like that!)
And I'm with Sierra. It needs to wiggle.
Then, I called my son-in-law Matt and he's going to help me motorize a posterized Hot Snot for market in May which will lounge over our booth sign in NYC. See, one thing just leads to another.
Isn't it fine how life works and everything.
P.S. It appears that blogger doesn't support my animated gif, but it's working on Chocolate Panache. Love again, Donna Ann
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
I decided to add a fun thing to our Chocolate Panache website: a page off the See you in New York link about Lynne and me as we work on designing and then constructing our booth for the May 2009 show. I know I would like looking at what other people are preparing for their booths, so I thought I'd just start taking some pictures of our adventures and putting them into a little DIY video.
Here's the link!
...and no laughing at our obvious stupidity. Okay, no laughing at MY obvious stupidity. Lynne is usually the voice of reason. (Who wants to be that, Lynne. That's BORING!)
Thank you Huey Lewis for that song!
Back and forth from a project
A little cooking... some laundry
"Stay baby dogs and rest!"
Thursday, October 16, 2008
I have been a marketing machine today.
Having decided at some point this week that if I was doing this for someone else, I would be going all out, I decided I needed to get with the program and quit being so silly.
So I added my name all giant and grandiose onto all the Chocolate Panache slide shows and I also (sort of maybe) finalized the backs of my cards - which now includes my own big drawing of me-me-me.
I also began designing the wholesale catalog (I posted it on-line for the critiques of my critiquing buddies) and was aghast and delighted at how fast the money adds up and how easy it was. What in the world do I think I am doing???
I'm still working on the Business Plan - which I hate but also love - and I haven't had time to read but one or two pages of Brisingr because I have been up at the crack of dawn (if dawn were at 7:00 a.m.) and staying up until the next day (this part is not exaggerated).
While Frankie is still all loyal and everything right here with me, Lucy has long-gone gone to bed.
Love to all and hope you are sleeping snug as your own little puppies,
P.S. Hey Harold! I had no idea! Why don't you leave me a note? Or, you're a big computer magician. Give me your e-mail address and help me by critiquing my wholesale site.
Love again, Donna Ann
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
I wouldn't accept that behavior from anybody.
So I thought, I gotta get out there and clean that mess up and then I gotta get in here and clean this mess and quit acting so stupid. If somebody was paying me to work for THEM, I wouldn't be acting so stupid... I'd just do what I needed to do and I wouldn't even complain!
So... here this is for my own good and I'm a whining and a squalling.
So I go out there (with my Five O'clock World song all a-playing so I can hear it and kindly dance like Drew)...
and I'll be a monkey's aunt!
Since I was out there to take those pictures about ten million wasps have moved in!
Ten million wasps did not move in.
But four did.
And I'm not staying out there with four wasps because they might sting me in the ear again and that's a terrible painful deal!
So now I gotta wait until those wasps go to sleep so I can spray their new and tidy little hives (I saw three new hives! When did they do this???)
So I took a picture of one of my new wasps and I took a picture of the hive but my hand was so shakey that you can't even tell what they are. I was a-sceerd!
So, I got you this picture instead right off someone else's blog.
My whole point is: I gotta get outta there so I can't do this work TODAY! Tomorrow, yeah yeah sure. But right now, the only safe thing to do is to take a nap.
So, I'm gonna.
Until I have to go pick up my mother so we can bravely go to a ladies thing tonight at church (it makes me a nervous wreck but if I ever expect to get over some of these ridiculous panics, I'm gonna have to quit acting like I'm completely insane.)
That's neither here nor now.
But I do think a nap is the answer.
P.S. Why is it here NOR now and not here or now? Is it because NOR sorta rhymes with NEITHER? Is it like this: I could say it's either here or now, or I could say it's neither here nor now... but you just can't hardly say, It's neither here or now. You know what? What does that even mean???
Oh my goodness! It's not IT'S NEITHER HERE NOR NOW!
What an idiot! I think it's IT'S NEITHER HERE NOR THERE!
Really, just run-forest-run! I DO need a nap!!!
How am I supposed to work in this mess?
I came to the urgent conclusion today that I need to be investing some time in a Business Plan for Chocolate Panache but there's no place in my head to work on such a matter.
All I got is confusion in the studio.
The office looks like a tsunami hit it. I can't get any work done in that hole. I couldn't even bring myself to take a picture of it it's so horrendous.
Everywhere I look, I'm supposed to be doing something.
Everywhere I go, I'm behind.
Everything I do, I should be doing something else.
So, what I like to do is run away.
Run, Forest, run.
Dear Lord, make me a bird so I can fly far-far away.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
This is my self-portrait that I did for Chocolate Panache. I want you to notice that it looks just like me except that I am uglier, fatter, stupider, and don't have wings. I do, however, have more wild, dry, broke-off, and fuzzy hair.
Here is the real me:
Actually, this is my drivers license picture from last year and the only current picture I have.
Anyway, this is what I used as my reference. Here is what I do:
Each drawing usually has some aspect exaggerated, many times the eyes.
P.S. I sort of think it means you're not very loved when there are no pictures of you AT ALL except your stinking drivers license picture. My friend, Dana Rapier, once said that she needed to have pictures taken in case she was ever murdered and they didn't have any pictures to use for the TV's America's Most Wanted show but her drivers license picture. I thought that was hilarious! Now I know exactly what she meant. Of course, when people love you so little that they never take your picture, doesn't it sort of indicate that if you were to be missing and murdered, probably no one would really be looking for you so hard that they would put a picture of you on TV's America's Most Wanted in the first place???
Love, me, the unloved and unpictured and unsearched for.
P.S. Blogger's spacing between paragraphs is retarded. I actually DO go in and fix the html, but it just changes it to whatever retarded spacing it wants. Also, please forgive me for using the word retard. I understand this is no longer allowed. However, after watching Ben Stiller's new movie, I can't seem to stop myself. Now I have to re-break a habit I had as a kid!!! Seems like I heard that word a lot as a kid. Wonder why???
P.S. That is my sister's dog Misha on there peeking from behind the stool. I wanted to look real prissy-butt and I have wiener dogs and they aren't very prissy looking except for Lucy and she is so fat and old it's kind of ruins the prissy-butt affect. So I used Misha as my model. And now, after writing this, I feel REAL guilty about what I said about Lucy. And here she is, right here beside me, laying out on the floor all sprawled out and fat and fuzzy and old and wonderful just like she always does... right next to handsome curled-up-in-a-ball Frankie. How could I be so cruel as to deny my true heritage and show a dadgum poodle in my self-portrait and not my beloved little angel-wienies??? I will surely burn several days in Hell just for that. And I'll deserve it too! But there's no way I'm doing that drawing over! I have too much work to do!!!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
How can I find the North Star?
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
We spent one day in Montgomery touring the World War II battleship there. Above is David, my mom and dad, and my daughter Ashley and her husband Matt. (Alicia and Josh had to leave early for Josh's new job.)
If you ever get a chance to go through the ship, you really should. It makes you better appreciate not only the danger those crewman were in, but also the sheer sacrifice they made day-in and day-out by living in such cramped quarters for months on end. We should all fall on our knees to them and kiss their feet.
P.S. This was our first vacation in FIVE years! Where does the time go? But maybe the next time we go to the beach we'll be taking a little grandbaby along! Wouldn't that be a peach?!?
I've been updating our living room by retro dating the furniture and looking everywhere for 50's and 60's "prissy-butt" pieces. I've been collecting them for about three years now, waiting for the big change-over when the kids were all gone and the dogs were all perfect angels (yeah, sure!)
The first picture in each set is our before... the next picture is the after (forgive the messiness... I didn't do anything but snap the pictures).
Also: All the curtains aren't hung yet (and certainly not ironed). The walls haven't been repainted. The floors aren't done. The rugs aren't vacuumed. The old rocker needs recovered. The pictures aren't hung yet. The TV is blaring... but here's what I've been puttering around with.
This first area (above) is the entry way.
This is the regular living room area (above) with my cool French Provincial couches I bought from this lady off e-bay for a hundred bucks each. Until they became ours, the only time these couches were ever "sat upon" was for a bridal shower and a wedding shower. She had had them since 1965!
Following is part of the dining room, including the humongous old china cabinet that I am remaking into a coat closet (it wouldn't fit by our front door... about four inches too big for the opening, poodle-dogs!) I've taken out the shelves and am re-glassing the doors with yellowish glass you can't see through (like old church window glass) then I'm going to put hooks for coats inside. The cabinet is from 1967 and was also in the same family since it was purchased. I bought it on e-bay for $50.
First picture is before, second is after. All are in the works still.
This is the no-mans land between the dining room and living room. We have this horrible huge bump on the floor where the "new" living room (in the 50's) was connected to the old house. I guess I'll just have to paint it. It makes arranging furniture a challenge, but I guess that's part of the character of these old houses. I love it... wouldn't trade it for a newer one and I'm sure no one with a new one would trade me either!
P.S. My cool old phone actually works. We use these old dial-up phones to call between the house and the apartment (where my girls lived after high school when they were in college and before they got married). I feel like a regular Doris Day when I talk on this telephone!
Here are some pictures of some odds and ins that are in the room, including the old color of the room and what color it will be after I (ever) paint.
My beloved Nancy Drews... several of them courtesy of baby daughter Alicia.
The prissy-butt box that serves no purpose and is made of plastic but which, for me, is pretty much as Hollywood as it gets.
One of several of my prissy-butt 50's lamps with the little night lights in the bottom. That's the best part!
Our stellar Syrocco peacocks that actually were stellar before I got them and broke the plume off the boy. Lasted in tact for 50 years in somebody else's collection... 10 minutes in mine!
Here are the frosted windows I'm working on for the china-cabinet-not-any-more-now-a-coat-closet-so-now-you-can't-see-the-coats.
And here's the paint. It's pretty much the same, I guess, just like the curtains are pretty much the same... but really it's REAL different (that's what I tell my husband).