Our old Ollie

The kids and I had to say goodbye to our old dog Ollie last month, 12 years of gamboling and frolicking with his long poodle legs and then he slowed way way down and then the vet said it was really time.  Beth and John who had owned Ollie’s mother brought roses.  I hung them to dry when they were done with their shiny show off stage.

Something new and different!

Ahh, the power of being in charge of your own blog. I'm in charge! I can write about whatever I want! I can discuss everything from lavender to fireworks to being laid off! Supper clubs! The weather! The sky's the limit! Having said that, I am introducing a side of me you may not know. Amateur artist and appreciator of art, the whole wide world wonderful range of it… from Matisse’s “Purple Robe and Anemones” to the magnolia blossoms unfolding outside my window… to the way the evening sun last week illuminated the spring colors in a kind of cinematic glory.

 I create vignettes. They are throughout my apartment, here and there, having come to life over the past several years as I have steadily figured out just what it is that makes me happy.

This particular vignette is called The Lady in the Crane. That's a Monopoly piece coming out of the cup, you know the one, the man on the horse.