Wednesday, June 30, 2010
I found this small metal spark plug tag a while ago and was looking for the perfect venue to place it. I really love the weird and funky stuff I find in my scrounging and this one fits in with the rest of my weird and wacky crap. Why be normal when there is an entire world of wonder out there?
It got me thinking about what 'sparks' my creativity, what makes me look at old upholstery tacks and drawer pulls and think...jewelry??? Is it the same misguided gene that makes me look at antique wheelchairs and think...furniture, or ancient farm equipment and think, plant stands???
And what does that say about my other choices in life...well, a lot.
I was raised by parents who lived through the depression. Our house lived on these basic set of rules:
make it do
wear it out
use it up
Clothes were passed around the family like the chicken pox...canning was the summer time activity and Dad did all the car repairs. New shoes once a year, new coat every other year...it wasn't till I was in high school that I realized we were not poor.
Not that I am complaining, I love making do, beating the system and working around the obstacles.
Scratch and dent food...I'll check it out, no problem.
Home made hair do's, yeah I'm a victim of my own handiwork.
I still own a rotary phone...cheap? meh, but it still works, can find it in the dark, never runs out of batteries and people think its 'cute'.
we drive our cars till the wheels fall off and haven't bought 'new' (as in still has the tags) clothes in forever. Even as I type I am drinking some off brand Mexican cappuccino I got for half price at big lots. I love me a bargain!
So what sparks you? What makes you happy, excited, creative? I would love to know!
Friday, June 25, 2010
make a zipper necklace...
I have always been a firm believer in playing the hand you are given. Trying to be something you are not can only lead to frustration, confusion and sadness in the end. I know I will never be...oh, say a:
mother in law
famous chef (infamous maybe..anyone want a scoop of 'Dundee surprise'?)
talk show host
but I can be a:
salvager of broken crap
professional job interviewee
I can spend my days gluing things together and calling it art (and do) or I can spend my days looking for a job and whining that no one will hire me...(I do that too) or I can be handed a broken zipper pull and see the necklace inside.
So lets all forget about the broken zipper and look for the hidden jewelry!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
can't ask for more or put it together better.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
I have been looking for work for a few years now and finally have decided to forgo looking for a 'real job' and just try to find fulfillment in making stuff. Thank goodness for a husband who is gainfully employed or I would be brushing up on my insincere smile and asking if you would like fries with that.
At some point (or age) you just got to realize that there are some things you will not be put through...interviews come to mind, personality tests as well...I'm too old for this &^%$.
So, now I am officially a 'free spirit' and can do as I like, get up at noon if I want...oh, no my back wouldn't allow that...
eat when and where I want...no again, diet and bank account decide that...'more Romain noodles, dear???'
wear my jammies all day...no again, as I got to go out to the road to get the mail and my boobs need some serious support, all day swinging in the breeze is a recipe for back problems.
Well crap, maybe 'free spirit' is just in my mind. I would love to be that person, the successfully thin, beautiful, talented, superstar of stage and screen, loved by millions, America's sweetheart and Saundra Bullocks main competition, woman in my fantasies. But I guess I've got to be who I am...middle aged white woman with purple hair (don't ask) wandering around wal-mart looking for a good deal on doggie chew toys and clearance toothpaste.
What time is it? Reality time, but I'm cool with that too. Saundra, you can sleep well tonight.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
big lady is out doin sumptin called garage sale shoppin so i got a chance to get back on the 'puter. how y'all been? things here are gud
for those of you that dint no, i got promoted...i am now vice perzident of the queen g company. not sure what that means, it sure dont mean more cookies, chew toys or trips in da car, thats for sure. but i am running a give away on the big ladies fan page so stop by and put yer name in on the discussion page. at the end of the month i am gonna pick a winner...how cool is that...
as long as i am at it, can i ask you all some questions? so many things confuse me and i cant seem to get an answer out of big lady...here goes
why do i have to stay off the bed when that yello cat thing gets to go whereever it wants
why cant i roll in the grass on that squishy stuff in the yard
why does my name change when i sneek out without my leash and who is jezus h krist anyway
why is big dog afraid of storms and how does peeing all over the house help
what does it mean to get fixed...am i broken
how can i convince big lady to take me for rides once in a while, and not to that man who is always poking me and stickin things up my butt...
anyway, i hop you all can answer some of these questions and feel free to ask me some, maybe i can help dont forget to go to the queen g fan page and enter the give away there may be a cookie in it for me
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
The Queen has not been very inspired to write lately, and for that I am very sorry. maybe things are going so well that I don't have any reason to whine...or maybe I am just lazy (that's where my money is) or maybe there isn't anything interesting to write about.
Oh, lots of things have happened, birthday came and went without so much as a whimper, Fez finished school with flying colors, tornado destroyed my home town...you know, same ole, same ole...nuttin to see here, move it along.
But the simple fact is I am lazy. Really.
Sitting here gluing things together is about as ambitious as I get. And now I need more glue and can't pony up the interest to go to Wal-freaks on parade-mart to get more. Dinner, meh...I'll fix sumptin' edible...hopefully.
Laundry, let me know when you are on those last pair of tore up used to be whitey, no longer tighty's and I might manage to toss some in the washer...what??? dried on the same day? Dang! Who the heck do you think you are Donald Trump???
Vacuum? Dust, yeah right...how 'bout I open the doors and windows and wait for a good strong breeze...or I can get creative and use the leaf blower.
I do manage to get dressed most days, and slap some make up on, just so I don't freak out the gas station guy, again. I even get my hair combed, but really favor the 'just got out of bed' look...it works for me.
Nope, lazy...bone lazy...my latest thing is downloading audio books so I don't have to read. That's pretty dang lazy if you ask me.
So, sorry about taking so long to write a new blog post, I may get better, may not..whatever...unless I get some inspiration or something really, really pisses me off. (wanna bet what happens first?)