Too scary to wear on Halloween. Ever since my eldest niece’s first time to trick or treat nineteen years ago (she’s now 21), this mask has been relegated to permanent storage, never to see the light of day or night ever again. I learned quickly that children seven years and younger are scared out of their wits by this kind of thing. Maybe that’s why I see so many “cute” decorations. I don’t go for cute. Since I can’t decorate the way I want to, I do goodie bags that include odd tricks and treats. That reminds me. It’s 3:10 pm, and I still haven’t pulled those bags together. Until next time, Happy Halloween!
This poor red spider lily had been snapped at the base while still in its prime. It’s one of my group of fall lilies that have started to emerge in the front parkway. Unfortunately they aren’t providing me with any photographic moments, because the surrounding English ivy was scorched to death during our seventy plus days of triple digit heat. The ornament you see hanging above and to the right of the vase is a Christmas ornament by local artist Frances Bagley.
I love ballet. No, not the fussy fairytale classics, but contemporary pieces using the traditional techniques and most importantly, pointe shoes. I usually don’t post someone else’s work unless it’s to illustrate an inspiration for my own projects. This video, “Amelia” (2003), is an exception. With its exquisite and spare sets, lighting, brilliant technical choreography by Edouard Lock, haunting music by David Lang, and the mind-boggling speed and precision of dancers from La La La Human Steps, Amelia is deserving of more than one viewing.
Ughh! I’m a victim of my own demands. My home’s restoration work started back up a month ago and my paying work load increased threefold. And then there was the urgent need to get all the summer annuals planted ASAP as soon as they became available for purchase and before the first week of June, which required me to spend the last three weekends including the holiday to amend the soil and plant. I will post photos soon. Even though there is progress, I feel disoriented, and after three weekends of outdoor labor, two days of oil-based paint fumes, glue for the VCT flooring, bleach for the newly grouted tile, and scorched eyeballs from long hours at the computer, all my intelligent brain cells have been fried. This is my excuse for not posting lately. Please accept this homeless creature as a stopgap.
shop + party + art + craft = Etsy Dallas’ Third Annual Spring Bash
This year’s Bash takes on a colorful “Homecoming/Prom” theme and will offer shoppers the very best in handmade, bags, jewelry, home décor along with a full day of art, music, charity, booze, free stuff, and gobs of crafty fun. It’s this coming Saturday, April 30 at South Side on Lamar. Go here for more info.
Tomorrow is the last day of Carnivale di Venezia and Mardi Gras, and it’s the perfect time to blog about my collection of gilded Venetian mementos. In 2001, I spent two weeks in Venice. One week to visit La Biennale di Venezia and one week to be the typical tourist in the old Venice. My first mask purchases were lame and touristy, but I finally discovered the real thing, Mondo Novo, in the Dorsoduro section of Venice. Several films have featured their creations with the most famous one being Stanley Kubrick’s Eyes Wide Shut. In 2001, there was little information on the internet about the traditional Venetian mask, but if you were to do a google search today, there’s a plethora of sources. So now my little collection doesn’t seem so special anymore.
Massive computer and software upgrades have still not been completed. And if I had known in advance that the tech would need to make several visits over a week’s period, I would have left the country for some exotic locale and have them call me when it’s been completed and with no lingering kinks. But, I’m afraid that these kinks followed by cocktails will be a part of my life for the next couple of months.
Since my applications have not been installed (e.g. photoshop with all my camera plugins and other graphic programs), I can’t share my new photos of spring beginning to peep through in my garden. I refuse to use iPhoto to doctor new photos. Only Photoshop will do for me. The above image, used with a blast email sent to my clients informing them of my upcoming vacation way back in 2002, has been resurrected out of my old files. So in the meantime, let’s all maintain loose posture.
What happens to tchotchkes when they are no longer favored? With the few that I’ve decided to keep and the items chosen from the family estate, I have placed them in unexpected and odd locations. Hopefully I have avoided the bric-a-brac look that is so commonly associated with antique malls and held in huge disdain by interior designers. But I’m pretty sure that things will be continually shifted, and that I will never be satisfied with their placement. That’s just the way I am. Always insecure with the decisions made the day before.