ARTFUL CHICA'S STUDIO

Scary Men and a crying baby

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 15:15:00 +0000

I've had this Teddy bear since I was born. The quilt was made out of my baby clothes.

Yesterday escaped and I didn't give you a story. Todays flashback takes place in the same house and still in the 70's. This one is a scary one so grab your Teddy bear to hug.

My room faced the backyard,it was a large spacious room that I love and still miss to this day. In the closet was a secret door in the floor that lead to the under belly of the house. A place where the most silky and soft dirt lived. My sister and I would climb through it often. I actually thought we were the only ones to know it existed. I had my toy box over it,so that no one would find the door. Silly Girl!

Ok,on to the story.

It was in the evening and already dark outside when I went into my room after my shower. I had super long,thick, straight hair and my mom would make me wear the towel turban until it was dry enough to drag a comb through. Like all little girls,I would pretend my towel was a crown or sometimes a a fancy hair style.

I was modeling my beehive when I heard a baby crying. I thought it was odd that a baby would be outside and I went over to the window and carefully pulled back the pink and orange curtain (it was the 70's!) to look outside. There he was! A man standing outside my window. I screamed,closed the curtain and my mom came running. I told her there was a baby crying and a man in the backyard. She went and got my dad who was out front with a friend and he came in looked out my window and said there wasn't anyone there.

Little while later I heard the baby crying again and this time it sounded so close! Carefully, again I pulled back the curtain and lo and behold the man was there again. I shut the curtain and screamed,or maybe I screamed and shut the curtain. Mom came running,went and got dad blah blah blah. I insisted there was a man out there,so Dad went and got his gun and he and his friend checked the backyard and the alley and couldn't find anyone.

No man and no baby and no explanation as to why I saw a man and heard the baby.

Dad went back to what he was doing and I was in my room and again there was the baby crying and crying. Third time's a charm right? This time I was determined to get a good look at this man. The man that I knew for a fact that was in my backyard staring at my room.

I sucked up my courage and slowly opened the curtain and yep there he was. I wasn't going to scream. I was going to yell at him to go away.

Hey wait a minute!

Why is that man wearing a beehive like mine? Oh Oh that wasn't a man, it was my reflection in the glass distorted from the fogged up window and my bedroom light. I closed the curtain and peeked again,yep it was me the whole time! I never told my mom or dad who the man was. I thought I would get in trouble.

And the crying baby?

It was a cat.

A cat and my reflection,isn't it wonderful how our minds work when we are little? To this day I hate when cats make that noise and I still occasionally get startled by the man outside my window.

Did I ever tell you the story?

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 21:07:00 +0000

I like stories,

I like telling them even more. I have on more than one occasion been told that I should be a Storyteller. When the kids were younger and being rowdy in the backseat I would turn the radio to classical music and tell them a story that was brought about by what ever music was playing. That would calm them down enough to keep me from driving the car straight into a wall. I was in the car not too long ago with my almost,21 year old and he asked why I didn't tell "radio" stories anymore. I was surprised he remembered.

So, I thought for the fun of it,I would tell some stories this week. My goal,if I can keep it will be to tell you a story everyday this week. Let's see how that goes.

Today's story is a Sewing story that takes place, oh lets say, around 1973 give or take a year. We'll just say I was around 7 years old. It is one of the earliest memories I have about sewing.

I have always had a love of Art and Sewing and have some created some "odd" things in my life time. I can't honestly say that I was "professionally" trained at anything.

I'm the kind of girl that makes it up as I go along .

I clearly remember the scene of this story. I grew up in Norwalk, California which sits in Los Angeles County. It is the house that I loved more than any of the houses I had ever lived in. It had a glorious Green plum tree,and a juicy white peach tree and avocado trees for climbing,falling out of and breaking arms in(that happily was not me,but my little sister,and not once but twice!)

I loved that little house that sat on a busy street corner.

It is the house in my dreams.

This particular morning,my mom had a few pairs of my dads old jeans that she was cutting the legs off of to turn them into shorts.

That is when INSPIRATION struck!

It was at that very moment that I decided that I needed a Bikini! Not just any old Bikini,but a

Denim Bikini!

In my mind it was going to be the best denim bikini ever created.

For sure Paris would be calling asking to see this Haute Bikini!

I asked my mom what she was going to do with the parts of the leg she cut off and if I could have them. Luckily she handed them over and into my room I ran.

Having the cut offs was a start,now I needed scissors and a machine and perhaps a pattern.

I went back to my mother with my list of wants and needs only to be

Denied!

I was too young to use the machine,needles were too sharp and she didn't have a "Denim Bikini" pattern to lend me. I did get some rather dull scissors though.

I headed back to my room feeling somewhat defeated until.....

Inspiration took hold. Necessity is the Mother of Invention! I remember that quote from somewhere.

I came to the conclusion that a needle was only a way to make holes in the fabric for the thread to go through.

I thought for a bit and remembered there was something else that could make holes for the thread to go through. Happily I ran off to the garage where I knew there was the perfect device for making holes and with Dad asleep I could "borrow" them without him ever knowing.

Those Denim Bikini making tools are what we now refer to as,a

Hammer and Nail.

Yes, kids I sewed that Denim Bikini with a hammer and a nail!

I had the hole making issue taken care of,that left the thread issue or the lack of it.

So again I thought about it.

and again the Muses were looking fondly down at me.

Dental Floss!

It is thread like and stringy and stuff and strong! Have you ever fought with a piece trying to cut it off the spool?

Sheesh!

A pattern was now the only thing missing from my High Fashion goals. Bikini bottoms were just like undies weren't they? Why couldn't undies be used as a pattern? So,using a Cornflower Blue crayon I traced out the bottoms. The top was a little trickier,a 7 year old has no use for a bra and therefore there wasn't one around to use as a pattern. Somehow I arrived at the use of triangle shapes for the top and long strips for the ties.

I gathered my cut out pieces and headed out to the garage to start "sewing" placing the nail along the edges and hammering until I got a hole. When I was satisfied with all my sewing holes I went back in to my orange and purple room(hey! it was the 70's and shag carpet was groovy man) to finish my masterpiece.

I pushed the dental floss through each hole tying the ends into tight knots. After what seemed like forever, I was finally finished.

I was ready to show the world my beautiful Denim Bikini. I put it on and sauntered into the livingroom where my mother was still working and said in my small model voice

"Behold the beautiful Denim Bikini"

and like Heidi Klum on the cat walk

I strutted my bad self on out to the backyard.

Head held high and feeling like I owned the world

until

the dental floss snapped, the bottoms fell apart

and

Ricky Hammond, the kid next door got an eyeful.

Luckily that wasn't the last of my sewing adventures,

just the worst that I can remember.

I hope you enjoyed my Creative Faux pas for today

I think tomorrow's adventure will be;

The man in the backyard and the crying baby.

Another thought

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 01:21:00 +0000

With my deadline looming, my Muse has decided to take Sunday off

and leave me to my own devices.

So I asked my guys for some input,unlike yesterdays blank looks,

and the suggestion

that it needed a head.

Today it was suggested that I save the tiles and we play scrabble later,

and there were

various other things that the tiles could spell out

and I won't repeat them here.

; )

So it's back to the old drawing board.

Work In Progress

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Sun, 31 Jan 2010 04:41:00 +0000

This is what I am working on this weekend. It is for an auction.

I thought it was going rather smoothly.

I was really happy with the way it crackled.

I liked the deep color of the red.

The texture of the wings.

Then I put the first layer of gold on the Amor,

and it looks lopsided,

and crooked.

Looking at the picture above,I think it looks really bad.

So,tomorrow I will have to sand off the lettering and start over.

I still need to white wash the wings and Antique the entire piece.

Did I mention the piece has to be submitted February 2nd?

Don't you just love deadlines?

Where Does Time Go?

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 22:39:00 +0000

Some times I feel like I live in a vacuum. A giant time sucking vacuum. It's not like I am this super popular Art Chick that is jetting around the globe So where is it exactly that my time goes? I can't blame creation because,aside from one project I am working on, I haven't done much else. I've tried retracing my steps to see if I could find the portal that is responsible for my time issue and have come up with nothing.

Go figure.

I am working on an auction piece for another Gallery. I will post pictures when it is finished.

It's a heart cut out of wood. We were all given the same heart and it is up to us to create something wonderful. It's been fun. Since the pictures are on the other computer and I am at work,you will have to wait to see the progress.

I feel like I should post more and not be such a bad blog mother,but I haven't felt that blog spark in a while. Maybe I need a new look and perhaps a new name.

What do you think?

Lily Munshter's back in action

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 16:41:00 +0000

Lily Munshter almost back to her old self. She even has that

evil and up to no good

look in her eye.

She will sit on top of her sister Lola and bath her

meticulously getting her neck and around her ears.

Then I realized why

She goes vampire on sisters neck.

I'm beginning to think she's watched one too many

Twilight

commercials.

I had art images on works in progress

but they have disappeared.

I will try to re-take them.

I'm off today and plan to stay in the studio at least until the kids drive me nuts

(my day off and everyone else is off too.)

then

I may have to climb out the window and make a run for it.

Silly Kitty Dryers are for Clothes not Lilys

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 19:50:00 +0000

Just got a call from the middle spawn wanting the vets number.

He threw his pants in the dryer and it didn't cross his mind to check it

we don't do laundry at home because of Well reasons.

My dear Lily was inside. He heard the noise and went and checked it.

He and the oldest took her to the Vet

which is 13 miles away.

They gave her a shot and are holding her for 2 hours for observation.

She was bleeding from her nose and they said her eye is askew.

I am so worried about my

Lily Munshter

(not Munster Mun-shter)

So here I sit at my desk wanting to be with her and yet afraid to see her.

My stomach is in knots.

If you have the time please send some light to my little girl.

4 from 50

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 18:21:00 +0000

I just noticed I'm 4 posts away from 50.

Should I do something special,or hold out for the 100th?
I created this blog exactly 8 months ago today
and haven't even passed the
50 mark!
I'm such a slacker!

SEEING THE LIGHT

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 19:06:00 +0000

Friday night I was invited by a friend to attend

Las Noches de las Luminarias

The Desert Botanical Gardens

here in Phoenix.

I had never attended this event before.

I was treated to a wonderful dinner under the stars

hilarious conversation

(I thought I was going to have soda spewing at one point from laughing so hard)

This event has been going on for years and I know this year is already sold out!

The pathways are lit with 7,000 Luminarias,and spread out

among the gardens are various musical acts.

Jazz,Dixieland,Native American,and Mariachi

to just name a few.

Even though it was a mere 39 degrees out, it was

beautiful,magical and peaceful

to say the least.

We climbed a hill and were blessed with

the moon rising and the city lights.

Sigh

Things like this always get my mind thinking.

I tend to start reflecting on

where I am

and

where I am going

in my life.

The years end also brings up

where I need want to be

in my life.

I have something I have been working on

that I haven't yet shared

and those who have followed me long enough,know, that I like

"teasers"

There are a few things I need to get in place prior to

the unveiling of this new

twist in my life.

So until then

Have a magical week!

Technical Difficulties

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 16:58:00 +0000

I wasn't raised in the time of cell phones and ipods and yet I can't remember what it was like not to have either attached to my ear.

I have had the same cell for 2 years and 3 months and up until now,I had never had any problem with it.

Keyword here being

"until now"

I had trouble charging it. I had to put the charger cord just right for it to charge.

Now,no matter how I put it

it just doesn't charge.

~~sigh~~~

I now have a sense of despair and isolation

as I overcome waves of sadness

the boys are doing an Irish jig

"YAY! She can't track us down and tell us to come home!"

I can't believe how lost I feel without my beloved

Orange Env

not to mention the fact that if it isn't a battery issue or a charger issue it takes all

and I mean ALL my contacts and secret passwords with it.

Luckily, I have a scandisk for all the pictures and movies.

I even tried to Reiki it's poor dead battery!

What a way to start a Friday.

The Filter Series is back

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 00:02:00 +0000

If you've read my blog since it's inception you'll be familiar with the
Coffee Filter Series.
This time around it is the
Filter Saints Series.
Since I had a four day weekend I took advantage of some non cooking free time to paint.

This is the beginning of the third piece in the Saint Series.
When completed it will be a mixed media, somewhat 3D ,
Filter Saint of
Saint Francis.
If you are unfamiliar with this particular Saint
he is the
Patron Saint of Animals.

I'm sure I will change him more than once before he's done,
but so far this is where he is at.
I'll post pictures as I go.

I'm back!

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 14:20:00 +0000

WOW! It's seems like I've been gone forever. Dia de Los Muertos is over and was a success. I'm so grateful for that. I'll post pictures of my altar when I get on the PC later. We have a, no photography rule in the Gallery, so I will respect that here. Sorry.

I was blessed with a visit from my Partner in Shrine, Punk Rock Mom and her totally Rockin' family came up for the last day of Dia Festivities,and yes, she is as beautiful in person as she is on her blog. I'm just one lucky Chica to have not only her to make the trip from California to Arizona,but My sister also flew up for my reception,and boy were her arms tired! Ha ha.

On the Art front,I have done-drum roll please--- absolutely nothing! I haven't been a very artfulchica. I missed 2 shows,one of which I really wanted to do. I'm hoping to remedy that next week since I'll have a 4 day mini vacation,oh and it's Thanksgiving. It is not one of my favorite holidays. I don't like the food either. I hate ham and turkey and when I was living back home,my wonderful grandma would cook something separate just for me. Yes, that woman spoils me! Now that I live away from everyone I reluctantly make what the guys like then make something for me. I think last year was lasagna.

I do have a few things going on over at the Gallery which I'll blog about next week,hopefully with pictures. I usually blog using my Mac and it's a pain to upload pictures without a card reader,and the laptop (PC) has a built in card reader,I'm just too lazy to set it up.

So I hope I still have followers.

and PR MOM, you have something to read again lol.

Now I'm going to finish enjoying the quiet of my casa,before all the man cubs start stirring.

Have a wonderful Sunday.

Do I look like I care?

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 04:02:00 +0000

Wow! It's been a while since I've posted anything. Thank goodness the blog police hasn't called the BNS-Blog Neglecting Services on me.

I have been rather busy for the last few months. I will have pictures of the fruits of my labors soon. I have just finished Curating this years Dia de los Muertos exhibit. I have such wonderful and talented Artists that have installed amazing Altars and works.

So,now to the point of the title. I was in the fabric store today and I was at the cashier,trying to empty my wallet to pay. I dislike my wallet because the dollars don't fit and I have to fold everything. I muttered (more to myself than to the cashier) that I had too much sh*t in my wallet. I realized I had said it kinda loud (enough for the cashier to hear) and I apologized to her. She holds out her tattooed arms,kinda poses and says

"Do I look like I care?"

I laughed and said "ok, thanks"

but then I thought-

If I were someone else,

would I interpret that scenario, as if, she were saying that people with tattooed arms,pierced nose,pierced tongue,pierced..... and dressed like a punk don't care?

Hmmm I just wonder.

A new Art Studio

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 21:42:00 +0000

Finally! I have been wanting to move into a new space for a while. The room I was in before just had bad lighting and bad mojo. I just didn't want to create in there,which is bad because I have works that need to be done and a few looming deadlines.

My son must think I'm magic. Under Things to Create he listed

Love-Peace-Harmony

Yesterday was a happy day. The guys all came to my aid and helped me do the switch. Since I can not lift anything over 15 pounds I needed a lot of help.

I rewarded them with Dr.Pepper Floats for the use of their muscles.

The new view from my window. Isn't it beautiful?

This room is much bigger than what I had before,although I still have storage issues. I am mentally making my Christmas Wish list now. I now have the room to spread my work stations out.

My beautiful artwork from the Phi & PR Mom

I am now able to have my art and books in one place. See those two birds? All they ever do is gossip. I wonder who they are talking about now.

Just a few of the journals that I have started and never filled.

In the moving and cleaning I came across this old painting I did about 15 or 16 years ago.

Mister Angry Evil Bunny that my son made in school about 7 years ago. When I am angry or frustrated he makes me smile. I made the Bitch bag from a magazine cover.

I still have a lot of organizing and cleaning to do,but I feel so much more inspired in this new space.

To My Wonderful Followers

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 23:27:00 +0000

I am sorry that I have been so neglectful these past couple of weeks. This new job just makes time disappear.

I will be neglecting the blog here for a while more as I embark on a new adventure.

I am doing a collaboration with a fellow blogger,the PR Mom

I call her my

PARTNER IN SHRINE

She and I are teaming up for a special event and have created a blog to write about our journey together.

If you would be so kind as to follow us and root us on,I would be most appreciative.

The new blog is called

The Altarista's Co-Lab

One of the exciting parts of it is, we have never met. We have never spoken before.

We live in 2 different states.

Our communication has been solely through blog comments,emails and instant messages.

We have joined to create a Shrine for the

Altar Auction .

If you'd like to know more,please visit the other blog.

leave us comments,applaud us,boo us,

Cheer us on!

We will both be posting as we move along,so when you pop in you'll never know if it's PR Mom or myself writing the post of the day.

Show a new Blogger some love

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 23:03:00 +0000

Gina Presser Art Bowl

"The one I won"

I love reading Blogs on all types of subjects and when a blog piques my interest I like to show my support.

There is a new blog in the Blog Hood and lucky me,

I won her contest. She is also a fellow Artist.

If you have a chance pop on over and show some blog love to

Gina Presser Arts

and while you are there you can see the beautiful Bowl I won.

I am going to put it on my studio table far away from the notorious bowl breaking males in my family.

Thank You Gina!

Fairy Tree

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 18:16:00 +0000

I believe in many things and the belief in the wee folk are one of them. There is just something magical about them.

When the boys were younger and mushrooms would poke up in the yards we would leave them small offerings in hopes that the small treats would ease the blow of their playfulness.

If ever you have had the blessing to have come across these lovely creatures,you know how mischievous they can be. I know they love to hide the keys.

It's been many a moon since I've frolicked amidst these wonderful people.

One day while cleaning I came across this mysterious set of keys.

They looked old and well used.

Perhaps they unlock the doors in Fairyland

or perhaps they belong to a Castle hidden far away from the human eye.

I tied a pretty ribbon on them and hung them in the Creosote Bush outside of the room that I use when doing Reiki.

I left them a small feast of Mint from my garden,sweet oranges,wonderful bread,and sweet milk to quench their thirst.

So now I wait for a much anticipated visit,

and if you are like me,

the waiting is the hardest part.

Monsoon Preview

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 03:59:00 +0000

This is what my sky looks like during Monsoon season.

When it is like this, there is usually a crayon box full of colored lightening that comes with it. Artistic lightening that creates curli-cues and letters in the clouds.

The letter Y is always my favorite!

They come in bursts of neon pinks,shocking orange and electric blues.

A small smathering of Mother Natures palette.

We play games with the lightening.

We ask yes or no questions.

We ask for messages from our dearly departed.

When the boys were younger it would go something like this

"Grandpa if you can hear me, show me a blue lightening"

and then we would all wait for an answer.

I can honestly say that Grandpa hasn't failed them yet.

Welcome Additions

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 18:39:00 +0000

Last night my oldest son went to do his laundry,at some point he texted me and said he had a surprise for me.I can't even tell you how many directions my mind went. I couldn't wait for him to get home to find out what kind of gift he could have gotten me at 9PM on a Sunday night. Well, as you can see from the picture above I have a brand new baby.

I didn't name her last night and this morning the name Lily popped into my head. Actually the name Lily Monster was what came to me,but since I'm a believer of names having a certain persona attatched to them, I'm a bit leery in giving her the "Monster" part. I called her Lily and she came to me. She is a beautiful blue/grey with bluish grey eyes. One of her wonderful features is that she is NOT a cry baby. We did hide her last night from Daddy & Lola (he still doesn't know yet that there is a kitty in the house) and we introduced her to her big dog-sister Lola.

I think they are going to do well together.

WHOOP I did it again!

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 06:22:00 +0000

I am entirely blessed this week. I just discovered that I won the Chocolate give away over at the Drollerie Press. Remember I had posted about it in my previous post. I can't believe it twice in one week, Books and Chocolate. I am very grateful and filled with gratitude. Thank you dear Deena. When I finally finish my book that's been about 35 years in the making perhaps I shall submit it to Drollerie and perhaps make my winning streak a trifecta.

Like the lyrics in an old song

~~ perhaps, Perhaps,perhaps~~

A Soul infused with the attitude of a gratitude is a happy Soul indeed!

I WON, I WON

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 19:40:00 +0000

A couple weeks a go I entered a contest on the La Bloga website pertaining to a new book called Needles & Bones. Yesterday morning I was notified that my entry had one. YAY Me! I then got an e mail from Deena Fisher of Drollerie Press,in addition to giving me details about my Prized Copy of Needles & Bones she let me know that they are having a Chocolate Give away. So if you are interested and love Books & Chocolate then head over to here and try your luck. Just keep in mind,if you win, you have to share a piece of that Chocolate.

Surrounded by Beauty

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 19:07:00 +0000

This is my view of the last mile or so before hitting the dirt road that takes me home. Most of the time I share the road with Prairie dogs, Jack Rabbits,Turkey Vultures,Hawks and the occasional Coyote.

I was going through the pictures in my cell phone while I'm sitting at the front desk . Just as I hit on this picture I happened to look out the large plate glass windows to see the palm trees that line the street elegantly swaying to the cool Jazz playing inside.

The first thing to pop into my head was a voice saying

"You are surrounded by Beauty"

and you know what?

I really am.

Not just the physical beauty

but

Beautiful Hearts

and

Beautiful Souls.

I work in an Art Gallery and I am surrounded by Artistic Beauty.

I work with a Staff that is kind hearted, a special friend owns the shop around the corner and she is an amazing woman with a Beautiful Soul.

I have met people through my blog and social networks that I have never met in person,but you know just by the tone of their words,the kindness in their comments,their selfless sharing of their work that they too are Beautiful and surrounded in Beauty of their own.

For 13 months I've been in a medical nightmare, and like my girl FRIDA once said

"I AM NOT SICK,I AM BROKEN"

I too am broken,but today I finally took a moment to catch my breath and see that under all the scars and pain

I am STILL surrounded by beauty.

Please share with me what is beautiful to you.

Have a Blessed and Beautiful Day.

No Post Today but...

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 03:31:00 +0000

I worked all day and just got home. Dang! It's already 8:30. I did get the GREATEST! compliment today,although I don't think she realized how much of a compliment it was. PR Mom likened my posts of my Dad to the storytelling of one of my most favorite Authors. Victor Villasenor is a wonderful man and if you ever get to meet and hear him speak in person you will dredge up emotions you never knew you had. I have always wanted to be a Writer ever since I was in grade school. When our school had Book fairs they would host an Author contest and the best book would be printed and sold at the fair. I never got first place,but once I did get 2nd. So PR Mom you made my day.

I've always said I'll know when I've made it big when I get my 15 minutes of fame on NPR!

The Many faces of Dad

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 17:27:00 +0000

June 16th,1965

Buena Park,California

Looking through pictures for my Dad's Week, I noticed how much he changed over the years. People would say he looked like the 50's Crooner Bobby Darin or was it Rydell? Either way he looked like a singer named Bobby. There were times when he looked like a Hippie,a Hells Angel (sans Bike and Gang),like a mafioso,and a business man to name a few.

The picture above is him and my mom at their Wedding Shower. Looking at my mom's hairstyle 2 words come to mind- Marge Simpson (I'm glad she doesn't have internet access,I can hear her already YVONNE! he he back to business) Up until now I didn't realize their shower was the day after her birthday,but what I do know is that I showed up a year later.

On a side note. My Dad was only 17 when he married my mom,his mother had to sign the license to allow him to get married. My mom would say she knew how much he loved her when he pawned his rims to pay for their wedding license. Romantic isn't it?

Boy pawns kick ass car rims to marry girl.

Fact- those weren't his rims,they were his brothers and Dad and his buddy's jacked up the car and took them while my uncle was passed out.

How my Grandmother made it through without killing one of them is beyond me!

White Rock,California

Labor Day Weekend 1967

I don't know why,but this picture cracks me up. I guess it just screams Hippie to me. He's sitting on top of his Aunts Station Wagon with a mattress and what looks like a pool stick tied to the top. My dad loved camping any place any time. (Dad, what do you mean I can't plug my blow dryer in? ??) He loved fishing even more than camping. Growing up I can never remember not having a boat.

I grew up a surfer/Punk chick on the sunny shores of California.

Verde River,Arizona

1971-1972 (give or take a year)

This was the Mafioso phase, Futures so bright I gotta wear shades! That's my mom,again with the Marge Simpson Do' . I'm the one in yellow,the other two are cousins. We would visit Arizona a lot and hanging at the lakes or the "Verde" is where we spent most of our time. My dad was a joker. My Aunt had 6 kids and when we would go to the lake we would all be piled in back of the truck and by "we" I mean cousins,dogs,Duck yes, my cousin had a pet duck that she would walk on a leash. He even wore a rhinestone collar. Hey I guess that's what ducks wore in the 70's. The worst visit? Hobo, the ages old family dog got sprayed by a skunk and guess where he rode on the way home?

Yep, in back with us.

Funniest moment. The cousins chanting "we want Dairy Queen" over and over again. So dad finds a DQ and pulls up into the drive- thru. The cousins are cheering and giving each high 5's and when it's our turn at the window?

Yep, Dad just kept on going laughing like a mad-man.

There were some seriously pissed off cousins in the back of that truck that night.

Early 70's

In some lake,Somewhere

Doesn't he look like a Biker here? That's one of my God-parents many boats. I think this just help foster my love of Sirens. I swear I was one in another life. Maybe I inspired Homer's "The Odessy" This is the last picture at least for now. Have you had enough yet? Dying for that eye candy I promised? This has been fun and I really wish I could go back to those times on the water. Even more so since today is going to be 110'.

Thank you for indulging my closet cleaning and thank you for the wonderful comments you have left.

Mud Pool

noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She) — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 17:20:00 +0000

I think today is going to be filled with posts. This picture I wanted to share,because of a picture PR MOM had posted of 2 cuties in a tub. See PR Mom back in the day my cousins and I created our own pool. It was a dug out hole in my Tia's (aunt) backyard here in Arizona. My cousin filled it with water and I was expected (out of sheer courtesy of course) to, um swim in it. I think now days they call it a SPA and a mud bath is extra lol. By the way, I'm the one on the floor getting "washed off".