Tuesday, March 17, 2015

On the Table -- The Art Table, That Is

Back from Massachusetts and soon will have a post on a very special sighting! Meanwhile, I thought I'd share a bit of what I was doing before I left! I don't have a lot to show for all the time I've spent at the art table of late, but I thought I'd show you a few things I've been working on. Because it's spring, we'll start with a few springy cards pulled together for a special order for butterfly-themed cards!


I love the card above. Which didn't start out that way, but when I was finished the soft palette, the butterfly words and the papers seemed to remind me of how spring sneaks in gently with those subtle colors. The grass is still pale and perhaps even brown, not yet healed from winter's brutal cold. The skies not always sunny, yet hints of pink and brighter greens to come.



Here are a few other cards from that order -- definitely brighter!


The fairies -- not butterflies, but I couldn't resist this sweet art and a couple of variations.



I've been working in my art journal too. This was a page I did in my class where we painted over newspaper and then worked from there, tearing it into an odd shape. I found the Michigan Beaches page in the paper and thought that would be a good spot to journal some at-the-lake thoughts. I confess, I am not fond of the technique where you write over your black in white. It looked a lot better when our teacher did it!


What I didn't realize was that on the flip side was a newspaper story by and with a large photo of a woman with whom I'd worked on committees with while I was at MSU. So, I couldn't cover her up! Had to give her the treatment!


Beside her, I tried my hand at cat drawing. I am NO cat artist, at least not a realistic one -- the eyes mess me up every time. But I'm improving. This was mostly colored pencil with acrylic background.


Here's how it looked in the spread. In a perfect world, the pages would be reversed but you go with what you've already got down!.


And yes, I've been playing with the gouache, too. I showed you the one below before -- the gouache version with my own version is on the left with the acrylic/napkin/cut out embellishment version on the right.


And here are some cards using the gouache. Yes, practicing the drawing part, too!


More to come. I'm on a bit of a roll now. And it sure is fun!

Friday, March 13, 2015

Rediscovering My Scanner

Yes, I knew it was there in that pile underneath books, works in progress, photos and whatever I moved to get to something else. But when I was looking for photos of my roommates to share and for the earlier post, I knew it was time to rediscover my scanner.
So, I thought I'd post a few totally unrelated (mostly) bits that I've been loading in, including some vintage postcards you are welcome to copy for your own use.

There was no shortage of subject matter. The photos ran from the very old (Grandma's wedding day)...


Through childhood. Ah, the kid's table, telly watching with Cousin David. I'm sure we were not watching "Psycho," but you wouldn't know from that photo!



And the first indication that roller coasters and most rides weren't my thing up at the lake!


And then there were the grade school moments with friends -- a party (I think our French class, but it might have been someone's birthday) and with my friend Michele, now a remarkable artist!

 

Then there were the college theatre days, on stage, backstage...


...And off.

 

Of course there were photos of mom and dad (this was from their honeymoon. Don't you love his sweater?)...


...and friends and family. Below is my Creative Women's Party, where a group of diversely talented women all brought something to show that demonstrated their talents -- from voice to quilting and all in-between. That was about 18 years ago! I should host another of those!


There were favorite moments with Rick and the kids. The photo on the left finds them freezing cold at the bus stop when we "forced" them (well, we sort of did force them) to take the bus to the movies with us. The one on the right is my favorite of Rick and the boys, taken about 12 years ago in North Carolina.

 

And then there were photos of those whom I can never photograph again. There was Rick's Uncle Bob, just the best guy ever and his cousin Andrea, another talented artist gone far too soon.

 

The photo below is simply a reminder of a favorite day. We went to Andrea's graduate art show at Cranbrook and had brunch before. Lots of happy faces in this one. Missing is Kevin who, in a bit of a pique, decided he didn't want to be there and stayed in the car the entire day -- miraculous, considering food was involved!


And then there was my high school friend, Gail. Lovely, kind, full of spirit and soul. And gone far too soon. And of course, my sweet Marmelade Gypsy.



I promised you some postcards -- here they are, just in time for spring. St. Patrick's Day, anyone?


Or lovely tulips?


How about LOTS of tulips!


For you Jack Russell Terrier fans, a "Jack Dog." (Long before there was a Gypsy, there was a Jack!)


And a chroma -- a French advertising card from Bon Marche.


I leave you with my favorite photo of Rick and me, taken Christmas 1999, very near to the start of a new millennium.


Have a good few days! I'll be a little behind visiting or replying to comments but looking forward to catching up!

Monday, March 9, 2015

The 2014 Reading Wrap-Up

I'm not sure why (now that it's March) I am doing the 2014 Reading Wrap, except that I said I would -- and a few have said they were waiting for it! So hear goes! (I probably started this post about the time these photos were taken! Not quite, but it seems like it!)


I was going for 50 reads this year and it didn't happen. But I felt rather virtuous clocking in at 40, more than the past few years! And some of those had a lot of pages, so I don't feel too sad about not making it!

Here are a few of my favorites.

Memoir/Biography

I love the biography/memoir group and this year raced through books by Calvin Trillin, Laurie Colwin (that ended up in another category but had enough memoir to count!), Katrina Kennison, Rachel Naomi Remen and more. And I learned about King George and Queen Elizabeth (Queen Mother), Queen Elizabeth II, Queen Victoria's children, Ginger Rogers, the Hammersteins, Maya Angelou and many others.

Here are my faves in no particular order in two categories:

Formal Biography 

Elizabeth the Queen by Sally Bedell Smith -- a well researched biography of the Queen written before the Jubilee celebrations (but barely before). This isn't your gossipy royals book, don't look for dirt on Diana, Fergie, Charles or the young princes. There is a heavy focus on the Queen and her role in political and international life, her relationship with advisors and her achievements. It takes you behind the scenes of power more than it does behind the private walls of Buckingham Palace (with the exception of the Queen's horse racing passion -- you'll learn lots about that!) Yes, you'll hear a little about Diana, Charles, Philip and the rest of the gang, but this is really a book for those who appreciate British history and are intrigued by more than the pomp and circumstance of the monarchy.

Victoria's Daughters by Jerrold M. Packard -- Queen Victoria may have been succeeded on the throne by her son but her daughters were nothing to sniff at. The oldest, Princess Vicky, was the mother of Kaiser Wilhelm II (talk about a sticky wicket in WWI) and the others were remarkable as well. The book provides an interesting behind-the-walls-of-the-palace approach, revealing as much about the Queen as it does her daughters. Check out the family tree in front. No wonder there was a boatload of hemophilia in the ranks.

The Hammersteins by Oscar Andrew Hammerstein -- This biography covers three generations of the musical family from the first impresario to the man who put words to South Pacific, The Sound of Music and Oklahoma, among others. Hardcover and well written with lots of photos, it is an interesting look at how musical styles and passions evolved over the generations.

Personal Memoir

Paris Letters by Janice Macleod --Many bloggers know Janice Macleod from her delightful blog. This enchanting books tells how she decided to travel and live in Paris for a year (which meant, of course, leaving her successful job and raising enough money to be able to afford to do that). While there, she meets the butcher of her dreams and begins a new life (part of which includes sending a monthly letter, the proceeds helping to support her stay.) It's a delightful book, fun and funny, smart and charming -- and of course, it's set (mostly) in Paris!

My Grandfather's Blessings by Rachel Naomi Remen -- I've loved the work of Rachel Naomi Remen ever since I saw her on Bill Moyers' 1990s series "Healing and the Mind." "My Grandfather's Blessings" is a series of essays written by this articulate, wise and most delightful medical professional. Many of the short essays are stories related to her patients who are having challenging times (some coping with very serious illnesses) and how they work through those things. Others are stories about the time spent with her beloved grandfather. The miracle is how they all work together. This is one of those books you can pick up and put down because each story (some only two or three pages long) is self-contained. But you'll want to keep reading once you start. And you'll wish she was your doctor.

Magical Journey by Katrina Kennison -- Another book by a blogger! In a sense, this is a "finding yourself" book but it doesn't come across at all preachy or self-righteous. Kennison is facing a dilemma many women of a certain age feel -- what happens when your kids are off at school and your home routine is different, your friends are dying and you feel your life is changing? In a delightful style, she explains her magical journey. (For a sample, click here.)



Best Fiction (non-mystery)

I read a few pretty lousy fiction books along with some that were fine but not "Boy, I really thought that lived up to or exceeded expectations." These are my favorites.

Paris by Edward Rutherfurd -- I love this man's work. Rutherfurd takes the story of a city and tells it through generations of characters whose family lives intersect over six centuries. You'll find a nobleman, a revolutionary, a worker who helped build the Eiffel Tower, a bourgouis merchant and several others whose descendants' cross paths. All this is set against a background of a city that includes revolutions, the dawn of an industrial age, remarkable artists, and several wars. Your don't have to adore Paris as I do to love this book and find it fascinating (but if you do, what a bonus!)

Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel -- Here's one for the historical fiction lovers who are into British history. The first in a series of three books (the third yet to come), Wolf Hall focuses on Thomas Cromwell who rises from the streets to become one of Henry VIII's most trusted advisors (for a time, at least -- but the bitter end comes in a later book). This one focuses primarily on the crisis that occurs when the King wants to divorce his wife and wed Anne Boleyn, causing a schism in the church (and bringing about the Church of England). Mantell is a fine writer and while it took me a bit to sink into this one, once I did, I couldn't let go. Incidentally, "Wolf Hall" is part of the upcoming PBS "Masterpiece" series with Damian Lewis as Henry VIII. It begins in March.


People of the Book by Geraldine Brooks -- Here's another surprise, my first Geraldine Brooks book, this one inspired by the story of the Sarajevo Haggadah. (Events in this book are fiction, using the still-uncertain historical events as inspiration, not fact.) Hanna is a book conservator who is called in to examine this remarkable book, written centuries ago and saved from the Nazis during WWII. Written as a combination of Hanna's contemporary story and flashbacks focusing on how the book finally landed where it now was, in the museum, and how it came to be written in the first place is both detective story and an intriguing struggle of human perseverance. (In the epilogue of the book, Brooks separates her fiction from fact, a useful bit for those who like to know where the reality ends and the story begins.)


Best Mysteries

I added in a few trashy mysteries (the kind you read on the beach or when you really need a break from something heavy) but my favorites were the series, including several Aimee Leduc mysteries set in Paris by Cara Black, a fun Ruth Rendell and even Dan Brown's "The Lost Symbol," an oldie from a yard sale. I've mentioned Cara Black here before and the fact I've read all her books is a good sign. My two favorites this year were:

Christopher Fowler's Bryant and May Series (I read "Full Dark House" and "The Water Room.") -- This is a wonderful series featuring two aging detectives whose track record keeps them on the force despite their idiosyncrasies. Arthur Bryant is particularly eccentric, while John May makes a fine balance for him. I recommend starting the series with "Full Dark House," which is set in both contemporary times but is often played as a flashbacks to their first case together when May determines that an accident involving Bryant may have leads going back to their first case around World War II, involving the theatrical community. Then read in order, with "The Water Room" next. Neither will disappoint. Nor can you race through these -- and you won't want to!

Susan Elia MacNeal's "Maggie Hope" Series (I read the first three) is not what I'd call great literature but they sure are fun! Set during World War II, the three I read this year (Mr. Churchill's Secretary, Princess Elizabeth's Spy -- a re-read -- and Her Majesty's Hope) focus on a young woman whose work at Bletchley Park evolves into her becoming part of the secret service. In the third book, she is sent on a mission to Germany. The details are good, the characters fun and intriguing. It was worth the time!


Foodie/Party/Homey Books

Interested in starting a winery in Tuscany, moving to France to open a cooking school, having a perfect party (Sally Quinn has the scoop!)? I read about them all. Two come to the top of the list:

On Rue Tatin by Susan Herrmann Loomis -- I LOVED this book. It falls into the "woman moves to France" category and in this case the woman is a cookbook author who moves not to Paris but to Normandy. In addition to learning about the home reno (it helps to have a handy husband) it's also a story of assimilation into a different culture as her family (she also has a young son) take on new friendships, new experiences, and new flavors. I loved reading about their conversion of the convent to a home, her experiences studying cooking in Paris before making her move, the challenges of moving into a relatively close-knit community and building a bond with her neighbors. The delicious-sounding recipes are an extra bonus! (When looking up something for this post I discovered her blog and will add myself to its list of regular visitors!)

More Home Cooking by Laurie Colwin -- This is an oldie. I had long loved this late writer's original "Home Cooking" volume but hadn't discovered "More." She adds to the original with more stories, more recipes and more warmth and love. Hers is a life cut short but fortunately I have a stack of her books, including this one, to remind me of her talent and story-telling skill. (There's a recipe there I'm dying to try -- maybe today!)


Best Non-Fiction not in other categories

Singled Out  by Virginia Nicholson -- Now this one was a treat! It's not light reading but it is fascinating and I have to thank Jenny Bloxsome, with whom I was paired in a swap, for this one. (The swap was a couple of years ago but I finally read it and boy -- it's good). This is history, women's history. When World War I hit, the toll on human life was extraordinary. And most of those soldiers were some of England's best and brightest. They were also some of England's most marriageable insofar as age was concerned. When they left for war and didn't return it left a huge number of "surplus women" -- women who had been raised to marry, not raised to find careers or life a life alone. Nicholson looks at this group of women who, through necessity as much as anything else, launched into an array of new experiences. Some became well known educators, doctors, leaders. Other "spinsters" were seamstresses or cared for their aging parents. Some developed loving relationships with other women, forming a powerful bond. In the years of suffrage, there were many changes -- and for some, it was the war that drove that change. The book is fascinating and well worth reading.

Best Humor

Humor is tough and even Jon Stewart didn't do it for me on the printed page. Only one did:

The Tao of Martha by Jen Lancaster -- Consider devoting a year of your life to trying to be like Martha. Entertaining like her. Cooking like her. Crafting like her. Decorating like her. For some, it might be easy. For Jen Lancaster, it was a mixed bag which she shared in laugh-out-loud detail.



Best Animal Book

I read several books where animals played a key role. Two stood out for different reasons.

Purr Therapy by Dr. Kathy McCoy -- I wrote about this before HERE. Blogger Kathy McCoy always has wonderful and thought-provoking posts with a credibility that is solid, based on her years as a practicing psychologist. But when she brought one of her cats to the office one day, she discovered that the power of this small animal to make a big difference in treating some of her clients was outstanding. Kathy shares the stories of Timmy and Marina, her therapy cats, their tough starts in life as rescue animals and their careers in practice. Forewarned, there are tears to come. We all know that animals don't live forever and there is an additional bit of tragedy related to the horrific cat food scandal. But you cry because you love these kits so much. (Kathy's tips related to the stories she shares are also well worth reading. I loved this book with no immediate challenges in my life; I sure wish I had read it when I did.)

Particularly Cats by Doris Lessing -- This is a very different book, small and intimate. Author Doris Lessing focuses on the cats in her life. This very short book acquaints you with the animals in her life, their characteristics and idiosyncrasies. You'll also learn about the author's childhood in the African bush, her life in Devon and why she loves Black Cat and Gray Cat so much. Of course, when you are dealing with work by a Nobel Prize-winning author, you can count on intelligent and articulate language and style, too.



Most disappointing books

Some books you read and they disappoint you because they just aren't very good. But when they are widely hyped and even win major awards, the disappointment is all the greater. Two fell into this category. I feel my explanations need to be a bit longer to justify why these two books -- highly acclaimed and well reviewed, both by greatly respected authors -- didn't float my boat.

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt -- I don't think anyone who has read Donna Tartt and this book in particular will doubt that her mastery of the written word is exquisite. Nor will they argue with a plot that is complex and intriguing. It's just that she couldn't stop. I've rarely read a book so redundant. There is redundancy for style and then there is just not knowing when to stop. I'm not sure which happened here. Had her editor forced her to knock out about 150 pages of this 700+ page book, we wouldn't have lost a bit of plot or character and I would have put it high on the list. (I put the blame largely on the editor, though sometimes if the author is powerful enough, there's not a lot one can do. Not sure what happened here.)

Life After Life by Kate Atkinson -- I love Kate Atkinson's Jackson Brodie mysteries, so while I knew this wasn't a "Brodie Book," I was pleased when our book club chose it. Pleased because of the author, of course, but also that a chunk of it is set during my favorite World War II period and in Britain, so I should love it, right?

No. It was just confusing. To put it simplistically, the heroine, Ursula, keeps dying over and over again. And when she does her life begins again and circumstances work out differently. Then she dies again and it's another do-over. In this case, redundancy is part of the style. She dies as a kid, in the war, being born, just about everywhere she can die. Now, you can bring in the metaphysical and parallel lives and that's fine. But I was just totally confused throughout. Finally, and the only way I could get through this, was to think of it like "Rashomon" -- same story, different endings. If you do this, then that happens. If something else occurs, then the outcome is different.

I don't mind working hard when I read -- but this one wasn't worth the work for me.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Old Friends

Stephen Sondheim nailed it in his lyrics to a song from "Merrily We Roll Along" called "Old Friends."


So, old friends
Fill me in slow, old friends
Start from hello, old friends
I want the when, where and how

Old friends do
Tend to become old habit
Never knew
How much I missed you till now

It was a warmish day in late September when I moved into the dorm at Michigan State University to begin my freshman year. My roommate was a friend from high school and the rest of our floor was filled with strangers. Strangers, I might add, whom we would come to know well in the communal bathroom/showers located in the middle of the floor.

It was the fall of 1969 and for the next four years we would see tremendous change in the world. Maybe it always was changing -- but now we were aware, although I don't think so aware then as to understand what all the things occurring in our lives meant than in the way we can from the perspective of hindsight.

During our time, there were protests for the Vietnam War, peace rallies, Kent State, Watergate, Women's Liberation. Things that we look back as pivotal now were just the nightly news back then.

LeAnne and Jeanie in wigs, Barb and Carol

It wasn't long after moving in that I met my next door neighbor, Barb, and made new friends down the hall, including Carol and LeAnne. None of us had known each other before and only Carol and I had the same major, theatre, one she would eventually change. I was an only child, unused to living in a crowd. All the others had siblings. We were from Kalamazoo and Detroit and Lansing. We were all naive and we were all OK with that. Not that we didn't do fun college things, but we weren't the rowdy kids. I don't think any of us wanted to disappoint our families.

We spent two years in the dorm together and by junior year, moved into an apartment, an arrangement we would continue as seniors. And yes, we had jolly good times as most college kids do. We ate on the cheap (my mother was horrified when we ate for $5/week each that first semester in our new apartment. We discovered macaroni and cheese. So did our hips. Well, mine did.) We went to football games with "hot chocolate" -- a mix in a thermos that I don't recall had any chocolate included. We saw each other through boyfriends, bad times and good times. We weren't nerdy but no one was going to make us homecoming queen (though Carol could have won it hands down, as nice as she was beautiful).

Jeanie, Barb and LeAnne with Carol behind us.

We never had a fight. Imagine -- living in close quarters, two of those years in apartments together, and never fighting. We had our own friends and our together friends. Sometimes they mixed, sometimes not. But it didn't matter. We were happy and living a wonderful life.

And then we graduated. Carol got married senior year, Barb after graduation and LeAnne not long after that. We moved to different cities (Well, they did. I stayed put.) We had families and lives and careers. Some kept in closer touch than I did. We were living our lives and paths didn't cross so easily for most of us, despite promises that we would "get together."

So, old friends
Fill me in slow, old friends
Start from hello, old friends
I want the when, where and how

Forty years later, we did. LeAnne organized a weekend at her home in Grand Rapids. She had been in touch with Barb and Carol. I hadn't seen them in years. At least thirty and for Carol, the full forty, I think -- or close to it. Would we all still "fit" together? Would we like each other now? Would we look different? Be different?


Where do you start? For us, I think the first reaction was close to awe. We are finally together. After all these years. I just kept looking at them. They were the same. Sure, we're all a little older (OK, a lot older.) And we all love our hairdressers.

We brought photos of families and kids and shared stories about them and about our lives. Things changed for us. Carol had divorced the guy she married senior year and sometime after found the love of her life, remarrying about 30 years ago. Her son is grown and incredibly handsome. LeAnne was widowed several years ago and is finding her way back into the world with new interests, her sons having moved to the West Coast. Barb is married to the guy she married years ago, her kids scattered. She's fully retired, Carol and I are retired but working and LeAnne is trying to make that decision. In other words, we are all experiencing some of the same things but coming at them from the different perspectives that our own life circumstances have brought to the table.

"Our gang" was joined by Buzz (in front) and Pam at right for a game of Pit.

Then it was time to look at the College Days photos I brought. I am in precious few -- I was the only one with a camera. (Some things start at an early age!) We laughed until tears were streaming down our faces, remembering all the details, the minutiae of college life.


We were young and naive then and the world was a very different place. Within a few years, attending a Big 10 university would be an entirely different experience socially. And now, I sometimes barely recognize it. But back then we were on the threshold of a new social order. Vietnam would change how we looked at war, Watergate would influence politics and media coverage, women's liberation would affect us all.


But we still danced to Broadway musicals in our apartment, went to football games on crispy autumn afternoons, studied in the midst of the living room while chaos was going on about us, listened to Carole King and Cher and Richard Harris records, drank cheap wine that would disgust us now, went to the campus movies and played cards. They came to my plays and during a pivotal moment in "Wait Until Dark" screamed to "Close the refrigerator!" We were kids living with people not our families for the first time in our lives. And we were very happy.

And we still are.

 Old friends do
Tend to become old habit
Never knew
How much I missed you till now


We took a break to go see a production of "South Pacific" and returned home, talking till the wee hours, revisiting photos, recalling weddings and those moments that will never occur again because we were young and it all was new. We reluctantly went to bed and resumed the conversation at breakfast and after.

One by one, we headed back home until it was just me and LeAnne. At a visit to the Grand Rapids market, she shared the journey of being a widow and starting over. It's something we've all done in a way -- whether as a career, new relationship, new ways of looking at the world. But no way, I think, could be more poignant nor more challenging. It was the kind of talk  you want to hold close to your heart, to remember and to honor the courage that goes with loving, losing and beginning once more.


We left with the promise we would do this again in the summer when our junior year roommate, Terry, could join us. We left with memories revived, big smiles, and Barb's raspberry jam. And mostly, we left with the thought that this time lapse should never happen again.

Or, to paraphrase that "South Pacific" refrain we heard the night before, "Once you have found them, never let them go."

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