Waiting for paint to dry I became bored and found myself scrolling fb which had far too many posts on make-up. Watching several I was reminded of two times in my life I had a free make-over. One when I was sixteen. Dear God, the blue eye shadow and orange foundation. I did not look good. Another in my 50's at Sephora. Again, not good, no blue eye shadow but not good. I did better with the makeup I bought and my daughter giving me a makeup tutorial. Am I right C.C.? It made me wonder, is it my face? So many decades apart I think not. It's fine though because I don't have the time or inclination to put a face on my face. I do have to say if an experienced make-up artist offered me a free make-over I'd accept just to see the outcome. Anybody out there??
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Today waking to the smell of deep fry oil permeating the air, I remember the mess left from last nights cooking. It's not a pleasant smell or thought. Coffee brewing, I dig into the oily mess shifting my thoughts away from the work at hand and towards sunshine, sandy beaches, and Bourbon Trails.
In a short time the kitchen was clean, coffee brewed and me ready to take back my morning on a brighter note. The plan today is to work on a canvas, yoga/rowing and harvesting some lavender. Whatever falls in-between is not yet known. I stepped outdoors and this is what I saw; the sky speaking of rain, remaining leaves falling noisily from trees, birds swarming the feeder and birdbath and a murder of crows flying low from west to east. If we had no winter
the spring would not be so pleasant; If we did not sometimes taste of adversity, Prosperity would not be so welcome -Ann Bradstreet- Love a sunny November Saturday that promises to be warm. As usual I started my morning with coffee and journaling. Writing wasn't coming easy so I did a quick silly sketch which opened the thought process. I realized I hadn't been sketching or painting or tapping into anything creative for awhile. I decided to begin a practice of a quick sketch or two every morning with a pen or marker. It forces me to let whatever shows up, however it turns out, be what it is. No erasures, no fussing, just free flow of sorts. Maybe it will get me back on track. Maybe it will help me refine some techniques and stop jumping all over the place constantly. It also allowed for my mind to run free, which brought some clarifying thoughts in regards to a couple ideas I have been mulling over and over and getting nowhere with. I jotted some notes around another quick sketch and moved over here . I am keeping it short because I want to get outdoors.
Post-election day my friend and I met at nearby lake and explored a new walking path. It was quiet and wound around an inlet , past some homes connecting to a path that crossed the bridge over the reservoir . The sun shining and temperature fair and very few people. Walking and talking we saw a bald eagle lingering on a branch, scouting breakfast perhaps. On the return a wooly caterpillar crossed our path and we had to take a moment to look closer. It had been quite sometime since either of us had seen one. We recalled learning from childhood that they predict how winter will be. This one indicated a beginning with cold and snow, a mild middle ending with a short spell of cold and snow at the end. It was nice to be outdoors and away from the house. She & I need to do this more often.
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AuthorHello, I'm Kim Hitzges. I am a writer, photographer, and mixed media artist who is following the magic that guides my life. Archives
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