I can’t use classic editor?

Posted on March 16, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged classic editor?, Confused, Life, Memory, Time, What's happening?8 Comments

For some reason my phone won’t load the classic editor page. I’m not sure what’s wrong. I’ve deleted a lot of photos in case it’s a memory problem. I’m going to try and post this as a local post and hope it publishes to my blog. I’m not really happy doing it this way because I struggle to get into categories and tags…. So I don’t have ‘clues’ to let people know what I’m writing about. Plus I’m not sure I will be able to post an image?

I would appreciate some help and advice please. I’m slightly lost!

Knitted drawing

Posted on March 10, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Applications, Art, Design, Digital art, Digital devices, Drawing, Drawing apps, Fun, Memory, Pattern, SketchingLeave a comment

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I loved this drawing app, but when I changed devices I couldn’t get it to load on my new tablet. It was fascinating to see this texture appear in the drawing. I cannot remember where I got it from, and now I can’t even remember it’s name! Over the years I’ve done lots I’d digital art, some of it is more easy to use than others. I think this was relatively simple.

One of the things about art applications is the amount if memory they take. I’ve found that I cannot run all the apps I want to because I mainly use my devices to create art, and that takes up memory on them. I don’t know if I’m unusual in doing this. I probably need to delete a lot of things, it’s just I’m too attached.

Tiny paintings

Posted on February 16, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Art, Colour, Life, Memory, Painting, Poem, Poetry, Thinking, Thought, TimeLeave a comment

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This is a couple of years old and about two inches by one inch. I’m thinking of doing a few more of these for a craft fair, and to cheer myself up! I have a small commission to do and I can’t drag myself out of my current low mood. In any case I’m OK really, just need to get myself sorted out. Painting helps me feel better, calmer, or excited and happy.

Paint ain’t a bad thing

gets your mind working.

Paint is a pleasure

and a little bit frightening.

Creating your ideas,

putting them down

on paper and canvas.

Drawing out my mind

with colour and texture.

Life can suck,

but paint can pull you back,

giving a solution and reason to be.

Be my Valentine?

Posted on February 15, 2020February 15, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Art, Blogging, Digital drawing, Life, Love, Memory, Mystery, Relationships, Remembered, Rose, Time, unrequited, Valentines, Years gone by2 Comments

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I was talking to a friend earlier about her valentine experiences and remembered an incident from about thirty years ago…

It was a cold, clear Valentines day morning. I’d got up to go to work, and as I stepped outside I found a red rose on my doorstep. It wasn’t wrapped in cellophane or paper. It was a long stemmed rose. Deep scarlet. Beautiful, slightly starting to wilt. I looked up and down the street, no one around. We were in a terraced house, so the door opened down a step straight onto the pavement. Anyone could have left it there.

I went inside and asked my then boyfriend, later to be hubby, if he had put it on the step. But he said no. I quizzed him, but no it was not him. To be honest it wasn’t his style, he rarely knows when it’s valentines day and usually only gets me a card if I get him one. He was as surprised as I was but said I should take it as a compliment!

So I had this beautiful rose. I cut the stem at an angle and it in a pint glass while I went out to do my shift at work.

But I couldn’t concentrate. All morning I thought about who could have left it? It might have been a neighbour. It might have been a friend, but I had no idea that anyone had romantic thoughts about me. My inner Miss Marple told me that it couldn’t have been there long and that it must have been bought from the nearby florists as no roses were in flower at that time of year. There are roses growing on the factory opposite our house, but they were bare stems.

Who? That was my thought. Whoever it was must have known I was in a long term relationship? Why? Did they think I was looking for someone new? The answer to that was no….

Eventually I decided that the rose must have been for someone else. Perhaps the anonymous person had mistaken my doorstep for someone else’s?

I will never know. It never happened again. The next year I felt disappointed. Since then I have rarely remembered it. Only today’s chat reawakened the memory for me.

Life

Posted on February 9, 2020February 9, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Blogging, Desires, Friends, Memory, Relatives, Thinking, wishesLeave a comment

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Life is never simple. No matter how hard you try, something will come along and put a spanner in the works, whether it’s ill health, finances, or just bad weather.

If I had money I know I would share it. I would not want to keep it to myself. If I was healthier I would be able to help people more and get fitter. If I had the money I might move into a slightly bigger house, but only enough to fit in more books and paintings.

But it’s just wishes. I doubt that life will change that much. My biggest wish is for health for my relatives and friends. That is my strongest thought. Wishing you all the best.

Light

Posted on February 4, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Blogging, Happy, Life, Light, Memory, Poem, Poetry, Reality, Sad, Thinking, Ups and downs4 Comments

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You light up my life,

Like a street lamp showing the way

That’s a bit glitchy

So sometimes you flicker…

Like a candle,

That gutters and flutters,

Like a bonfire,

Who’s sparks can cause explosions

Like the Sun

Which can be hidden by clouds.

But you give more light than dark,

For which I’m grateful.

Remembering Georges

Posted on January 21, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Devon, Dolphin, Fun, Life, Memory, SwimmingLeave a comment

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I met a wild dolphin when I was on holiday in Devon once. It swam into the bay and lots of people were watching it in the shallows and about fifty yards out ( they were wearing wetsuits) I got in fully clothed except for my shoes and glasses and swam about midway between the two groups. I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity. Soon the dolphin was swimming around me. I noticed he was male (later found out he was called Georges, an adolescent male). Goodness knows what he thought I was! The next day there was a notice put up saying not to swim near him as you can catch diseases when they breathe out droplets of water, luckily I was fine. I remember he was badly scored along his sides. Apparently he was too interested in motor boats. I still think of him and hope he was OK. I did a painting of him but can’t find it.

Lion sketch

Posted on January 9, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Art, Bear, Big cat, Colour, Drawing, Etruria, Fun, Gellato crayons, Lion, Memory, Sketch, Trying to rememberLeave a comment

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I went to Etruria Artists today and was asked to draw lions as we were having a little drawing challenge and the group has a lion as a mascot.

I could have looked at a photo but I wanted to see if I could draw a lion from memory. What I ended up with was a lion / bear hybrid I think! I called it bearly a lion.

Colours used were gellato crayons (I think they are called) with metallic shades. They are a bit like lipsticks and can be drawn with, smudged and have water added to them to make them flow. I used a black ink pen to draw the thin lines. It’s a curious big cat.

Life changes.

Posted on January 9, 2020January 9, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Cold, Computer, Double glazing, Eider down, Frost, Last century, Life, Memory, Mobile, remember, Single glazing, Technology, Thinking, Window, WinterLeave a comment

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Thinking about how much life has changed since I cooked toast on our gas fire.

In the 1970’s we had electric central heating installed downstairs in our house. This was installed by our council. But my mom would not have it on because of the cost. We used to sleep with our outdoor coats on top of our sheets, blankets and eiderdowns to keep warm. In the winter there was always frost on the inside of the bedroom window. Sometimes really thick ice.

Now my home has double glazing (single at my mom’s house till the 1980’s). Central heating. The water is usually hot, where we were only allowed to put the heater on for an hour at night at my old home.

Also computers were just coming in and calculators were introduced when I was a teenager. Now they are everywhere. “go online” is the mantra.

Electric cars? Maybe imagined in the 1960’s to be everywhere by the turn of the century, and people really thought there woukd be flying cars.

Bad stuff now… Too much plastic… Too much pollution. But there were shop wrecks like the Torrie canyon and the Exxon Valdiz that poured millions of gallons of oil into the sea and destroyed sea bird colonies.

What else? Our phone, when we got it was a big green one, with a hand held ear and mouthpiece attached to the phone body by a curly wire. The phone itself had a dial with holes lined up with numbers on it. To dial a number you put your finger in a hole then pulled it round the dial until you got to a stop then the dial turned the other way and you dialled the next number… Now, well we have mobile phones, hand held computers like in star trek.

Other things, better medication, more cures for cancer, more treatments, more, older people.

The thing is, the more we have, the more we want…. Catch 22….

Cooking toast.

Posted on January 9, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Blogging, Childhood, Cozy, Family, Food, Fork, Gas fire, Life, Memory, Taste, Thought, ToastLeave a comment

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When I was a child I used to cook toast-on the gas fire!

I would come home from school and warm up in front of the fire, warming my toes, feet, hands and face. We didn’t have central heating, so only the living room was warm. I was older than my siblings so this was my job. Slices of white bread hooked onto the bars on the front of the gas fire with a metal fork. A few seconds and you turn the bread over. Delicious hot toast and I guess margarine because we couldn’t afford butter. If it was a Sunday I sometimes cooked crumpets. They are like a savoury bread like a muffin but full of holes through the middle of them and at the top of them so when they have butter or margarine spread on them it melts right through the middle of them.

I remember the lovely smells of toast and margarine, together with a hot cup of tea in small cups with orange and brown patterns on them.

This memory was prompted by a question on the Alchemists blog page which asked for memories of being cozy. It’s good to uncover old memories like this.

Mallaband-Brown

Tag: Memory