New paintings and regular art updates.
Don’t know how much blogging I can do at the moment. I just tried to walk upstairs and was almost at the top when something went snap in my foot. I got downstairs on my bottom. Waiting for an ambulance! Can’t wait bear. Stuck on a chair. Thank god hubby was here x
Was today typical?
No, it wasn’t, but not everyday is. A typical day for me would have been when I was at work. Now I do things for myself I can be running all over the place. Or sitting still.
I had to get this photo taken again because I had sent it off in the wrong format. The deadline was midnight. I had to go out to my studio to take the picture. But I’d hurt my foot (I’m using a walking stick). I had to find out the code for the doors in the ground floor of the studios so I could use the lift. Panicked email to the manager to arrange. I managed to get the photo done.
A friend rang asking for help, but I had to say no for once, I’m in too much pain and I had to prioritise. Then I couldn’t get the shopping done. Hubby came to my rescue. No it wasn’t a typical day…..
Lavender, lovely flower, place for bees to sip and feed. Likes hot and dry conditions. The aromatic oils create a delightful scent. Growing in fields of purple and green. Row upon row of beautiful flowers. People still make little bags of lavender flowers to sit under their pillows and help with sleep.
I have tried to grow it but it’s too damp and shady in our garden. I might grow a small plant, but it never flourishes like these plants in the photo.
I remember having a rockery at my childhood home. I think we had lavender growing in pockets of soil in it. It thrived in hot summers when the sun was baking hot.
No thanks!
X marks no spot
For me.
I have a choice
Now….
Delete the app
Or call for the bird
To be returned.
I’m still going twittering
Not X-ing
Not X-citing
Maybe X-it causing?
Impositon
Without consultation.
X-tremely annoying!
I just went to my studio to take a photo of this tryptic. I’m afraid the light was bad, so I don’t think I’ve captured the exact colours on the paintings, but to be honest I’m walking with a stick and everything feels a bit “off” so this was the best I could do. I’ve adjusted the colour balance, contrast and brightness.
How would you describe yourself to someone?
I don’t have brown hair anymore, and it’s rather longer than this painted self portrait. I still wear glasses. I’ve been trying to loose weight and succeeded in dropping 35 kilos.
I am generally cheerful, despite old age creeping up and breaking bits of me. I mean if you see me across a crowded room I’ll probably be the one shaking and staggering a bit?
I’ve always been short. I knew people got taller as they grew older, so I was very disappointed when I stopped growing but other family members didn’t! I’ve always assumed myself to be ‘good’, and have been described as pleasant. But I got a stubborn streak from my mother and grandmother and I’m quite moral and believe we are all entitled to our rights and shouldn’t be pushed around.
And I try to be creative, I love art, invention, science, science fiction and cats, and as someone just said I’m a good artist!
25.7.23s #bandofsketchers prompt was doorway. I’m going to try and catch up with the recent prompts, been a bit busy lately. This doorway sketch is based on a doorway at Rode Hall that I took a photo of a few weeks ago.
For the first time on my blog I had someone leave a rude comment on one of my posts today! They actually told me to ‘f’ off. First I was astonished that I had offended someone so much that they felt this way. Then I wondered how an innocuous and supportive post could elicit that reaction? Is it because I’m a woman and I’m daring to express an opinion? But the person referred to me as male. And as I just use my surname why would they know my gender?
Eventually I logged it as Spam and didn’t actually report the blogger. I just wanted the comment gone. Perhaps I should have done. If I’m being trolled how many others are being too? I will see if it happens again. I spent years moderating websites so it didn’t upset me. It’s just childish. And unusual for Jetpack /WordPress. X
Treacle tart treat
You were a star!
You filled my tummy
You were yummy
At lunchtime
You gave me a boost
You loosed
Energy
Sweet and
Tasty.
Stone gatepost, in the shape of a pine cone. Covered in moss as it sits under the trees in the damp gloom. Where is the other one? I don’t know, didn’t see it? There is a path that runs past it to a tall tower. This is pierced by several square holes in its upper third and is labelled as the dovecote at Ford Green Hall.
The weather has been damp and gloomy for all of July so I don’t know what condition the gatepost would normally be in, but it looks spectacularly spooky at the moment. Walking along that path in autumn could be quite unnerving. X
Mallaband-Brown