Operation Rescrap

We did a show this past weekend called

"Operation Rescrap"

It was the first of what I hope will be many more shows.

This beautiful display that greeted you as you entered the show

was created by the very talented ladies at

"Cozy Cottage" at Centerra and Flatirons

Our booth

We were very well received and I was very encouraged.

The show was a unique combination of consignment, craft, furniture and

handmade items .  I LOVE the concept.

A few more artisans:

We had a great time and have plans to this show again

and hopefully many others.  It's the perfect time in our lives to do this and

my husband Jerry is, hands down, the best person to

do a show with.  I couldn't and wouldn't want to, do it by myself.

So thank you honey, for  being the best part of me.

"Pink"

"I love the color pink.

The softest blush of pink,

baby girl pink

bubblegum pink of the 1930s

hot pink of the 60s.

For me, pink represents calmness, sweetness, softness, whimsy,

all things girly and the persevering strength

of women."

These words are written on the inside cover of my altered book

titled "Pink"  pictured above.

I collect things that are pink.

Inside the pink drawer of the button box:

And I have a thing for the 1930s and 40s.  I was born in 1949

and somehow those eras became part of my heart

and soul.

Pink makes me feel pretty.

When I was about 12, I had a pair of pink ballet flats

that I wore until they fell off my feet. 

I put cardboard on the inside when the holes in the

soles appeared and painted them with pink

shoe polish so the cracks in the leather

didn't show as badly.

I'm on a mission to find another pair.

One day my mother gave me a pink and black dress that she had

worn, I'm sure to play dress-up in, and to her horror

I wore it to the park wearing it with my pink ballet flats.

A boy I went to school with looked at me and said,

"Why are you wearing such an old-fashioned dress?"

I looked down at my dress and said

"Because it makes me feel pretty."

It still does.

The Magic Garden

My Grandmother had a magic garden.

No, really.

It was filled with pansies, daisies,

Pink Lady Slippers, hollyhocks and

the most gorgeous apricot-colored climbing roses

you've ever seen.

It was the same garden my mother grew up in.  Even though she

was more inclined to be swinging in the trees playing Tarzan

when she was a child,

it is here that she and my grandmother taught me to

make flower ladies. 

Flower Ladies with big Pink Lady Slipper dresses and

hollyhock hats.  And they could dance and dance

and dance.

My latest designs were inspired by "The Garden."

I spent hours and hours there in the shade

of a great big tree creating my

"magic" friends, wearing my

daisy chain crown that my mother taught me how to make.

I can't tell you how many daisy chains wilted

on my head in the warm California summer sun.

I created this design with a nod to my french grandmother

in whose garden I spent so many

enchanted hours.

Merci

Beading Bliss

One of my favorite ways to create is to take a piece of ribbon and turn it into something even more beautiful.  I'm inspired by the beautiful work of Helen Gibb, ribbon work designer extraordinaire!
  This one has a base of vintage ribbon, silk trims, vintage button, glass leaves and lots and lots of beads.
 In my next post I'll share my creative process. 

Have a lovely, creative day.

In Memory of ....

     Up until January 14, 2011, the worst day of my life was the day my mother died.  And then I lost my youngest sister.  Younger by 10 years.  This just wasn't the way it was supposed to be.

     I've had a very difficult time wrapping my head around this, never mind my heart.  It's hard for a heart to absorb things when there is a great big hole in it.

     Linn had a great capacity to love, trust and accept and you always knew where you stood with her.  If you had problems, they were her problems.  If you were hurt, she was hurt.  She just had a great big heart.

     She knew more about music than anyone I've ever known.  In fact, she was my 'phone a friend' should the need ever arise.  She always knew who sang what and when and all the lyrics.

     And then there was ..."The Voice."  An expressive and soulful voice that could bring me to tears.  A lack of self-confidence and debilitating stage fright left the rest of the world unaware of that voice.  We have a few recordings of her and I wanted to share one here, but I'm woefully inadequate when it comes to computer literacy.  Maybe I will figure it out one day because I would love to share her with you.

     She was eclectic, colorful, fun, funny and "Auntie Mame" to my children.  She would not want me to be so sad, but sometimes I just can't help myself.

  Rest peacefully my sweet sister.

I love you 

and

will miss you forever.  

Cheers to the New Year

I love that the new year always brings the promise of a better year.  It gives me hope.   I never make resolutions because I never keep them.  BUT, I always have hope.  Hope that I will take better care of myself, hope that people in general will be kinder, hope that I will find more creativity within.  And I always make plans.  Every year I plan to get started on my Christmas gifts early and plan to keep my blog current. Granted, those plans don't always come to fruition, but plans I have.  I'm a list maker.  I list my hopes, plans and creative ideas and refer to them quite often.  Follow through is my downfall and so, to help with that, I'm going to attempt to keep a 'daily goals' list.  If  I don't complete a goal I will move it to tomorrow's 'daily goal' list.  Eventually I should get tired of continually writing the same goal and actually get it accomplished.  That's my hope anyway.

This year I'd like to start a little Etsy business assembling 'inspiration kits' focusing on textile collage.  My passions have always been fabric, fibers, buttons, beads, ribbons and embellishments.  And if they're vintage, even better.  My hope is that these kits will be a source of inspiration. 

My final hope for the new year is to see more kindness in the world.  I try to be kind to other people, but I don't always succeed.  I try to be kind to myself and that's an even bigger challenge.  I think the power of kindness is underestimated, so this year I'm making an effort to be kinder, even if it's just a kind word.

That's my plan anyway.

Christmas Traditions

I haven't blogged in quite awhile so I decided to choose this time of the year to start my blog back up and commit to faithfully blogging in 2011, and beyond I hope.

Christmas has always been my favorite time of year. I shared on facebook recently how difficult the past nine Christmases have been. For those of you who aren't on facebook, my mother passed away at Christmas nine years ago and to say it's been tough would be an understatement. I realized today that one of the things that got me through the holidays was keeping our Christmas traditions, many of which were started when I was very young. My mother loved Christmas and my sisters and I shared that love with her. When she passed away we became caretakers of her Santas, snowmen and ornaments. These little guys are one of my favorites:

Mom bought these before I was even born, or shortly thereafter.  Which, if you're trying to count, was over 60 years ago.  They've held up quite well, don't you think?  There are nine of them so the girls and I each have three, which in my mind represents the three of us.  My sisters and I have a very strong bond and seeing these sitting on the mantle is a comforting reminder of that bond.  They stay out all winter.


Unbeknownst to me, my sister Sam started collecting Christmas Tree pins and one year when Sam and Mom were visiting me,  my mother decided that I, too, should become completely obsessed with collecting Christmas Tree pins.  That probably wasn't her intent, but that was the outcome.  Here's a small peek:

If I were to wear a different pin everyday I'd have to start in July.  I think Sam has so many she'd have to start LAST New Year's Eve! 

For the first time in nine years, Sam, Linn and I get to make new Christmas memories and traditions together.  The time starts in two days.  I'll be leaving Colorado and Linn will be leaving Alabama to join Sam in the California Sierras for our very own 12 Days of Christmas.  And those cookies you see pictured above?  Well, as Linn once said, "It's Tradition."

Hugs,
Kathleen

CHAIRity Auction

I was recently asked to create a children's rocking chair for a rather unique auction to benefit Adoption: Advocacy and Alternatives. Their mission statement: To serve the needs of children, birth parents and adoptive parents with professional care, kindness and compassion. I was very honored to be asked to participate and this is my chair:

Pink is my favorite color so I knew from the beginning it would be pink. The rest took a while to come together. I had some great ideas but couldn't quite execute them so in the end I gave a nod to my French heritage:

The auction will be November 14th in Fort Collins at the Center for Fine Arts Photography and I understand the chairs will do a little traveling about town beforehand. If you would like to know more about the wonderful organization go to their website: www.adoptionaa.org.

Scary "60"

I turned 60 last Friday. It seemed like such a scary number. Especially since I've had a couple of health scares the last couple of weeks so I felt as if I really was getting old. My day actually started the week before when my son Jason and his beautiful wife Alecia gave me these lovely flowers...

The big day was an absolutely gorgeous, perfect Colorado late summer day. And the flowers kept coming. These were sent by my wonderful "Circle." These are women I cannot live my life without. They are a group of caring, giving, loving, creative, artistic souls who make me a better person.
Then my youngest son, Scottie, arrived with these beauties and a sweater I had been coveting!

I spent most of the day with three beautiful art friends in my art studio. My friend Caterina blogged about the day and you can see the pictures here. I was gifted with wonderful artistic treasures to feed my artistic soul.

Cavallini and lace:

Botanical images:

A Botanical Book of Days:

And a gorgeous handmade journal full of watercolor pages:

That evening my very beautiful daughter Stacey and her boyfriend James took us out to dinner at Vesta Dipping Grill in Lodo. The food was absolutely incredible and has to be one of my very favorite places in Denver. Scottie surprised us with a bottle of champagne to toast the number "60. " My "other" daughter, Christianna was there and so was Monica, who is also "family." (See my earlier post about "family and friends"). I had so many emails, text messages, facebook posts and phone calls full of happy birthday wishes that it was truly overwhelming. I spent the day feeling loved and cherished for just being me.

60 isn't so scary after all.

The Ugly Duckling . . .

A couple of months ago my husband stopped by a nearby garage sale late in the day and saw this unit. He knew I loved lots of drawers and even though it was painted an awful color with paint that had "texture" (aka sand) in it, he bought it thinking he would just sand down the texture and repaint. He paid $30 for it and when he got it home we took the drawers out and to our surprise it was solid walnut. My husband is a woodworker so he knows his wood. We decided to just strip the paint off and try and bring the walnut back to life. The upper unit drawers were turning out pretty cool.

But the biggest surprise came when Jerry discovered that the fronts of the drawers of the bottom unit, when the paint was stripped off, was just made of pine. He started looking very closely and realized he could just take off this extra piece and hopefully the wood underneath was still intact.

We were stunned with what was underneath. My $30 ugly duckling was about to become a beautiful swan.