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Putting the pro in procrastination

4 Mar

I’ve had terrible sales at the shop this month. Okay. Not terrible, horrible, no good, very bad sales. I didn’t loose money. And considering I haven’t added anything new to speak of in two-plus weeks, it could’ve been much worse.

The thing is, I’m down to pieces that need work. I don’t have a single piece of furniture in my inventory that I can just move right into the shop. I need to paint. I need to use power tools. I need to add knobs. I need to pick up stuff I’ve purchased! Right now my storage space includes the sheds, playhouses and basements of my friends and their children! This leads me directly to something else that needs to be done that I’ve been putting off:

Cleaning out my trailer. I have a deadline for this. And it is Thursday evening. Then I’m hooking the thing up, with the help of a very handsome man who sometimes calls himself my husband, and heading to Fort Worth to pick up a HUGE shop-ready load and make a little art with Lisa of Tarnished and Tattered (see my sidebar) while I’m there. It just so happens, an antiques show is scheduled in Fort Worth this weekend in the Cultural Arts District. Sweet Talk/Rubbish’s Janet (see my sidebar) will be selling there. And I MAY be able to break bread with her and a couple of other junkers in for the show. And, AND we may swing by the Cattle Barn flea before going our separate ways Sunday.

So once I get my trailer cleaned out for the road trip then reload it with cool stuff, I’ll be getting the house in order (well, in a little better order) for a Red.Neck Chic Soiree that I’ll be co-hosting the following weekend with my neighbor and dear, SWEET, adorable, talented friend, the infamous Amy Boland.

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Click on the photo above for all the details. {If you’re a creeper, and you show up, We. Will. Cut You. Make no mistake.} You can email me directly if you have any questions at all. If you’re in the area and you’re NOT a creeper, we’d love to have you stop by for a look-see and perhaps some gourmet snacks.

In the mean time, instead of cleaning out and/or just plain cleaning, I made some art.

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It might not look like much to you, but it has a story. And it goes something like this:

We got a new printer. And I mostly love it. The colors it turns out are much more vibrant than what our old photo printer would spit at us. And it’s cool. It is supposed to have wireless printing capabilities. So we were testing it earlier tonight, and I printed out a test page to make sure it was working. The image I printed was a digital collage I’d been playing with on PicMonkey. To the average Joe, it doesn’t look like much. But to me, it was a couple of hours of work and a new technique learned.

The digital collage began with the green background. Then I layered a cabinet card on top. Here’s the new-to-me technique: I extracted the woman from the cabinet card background. {I love the word “extracted.” It sounds so medical.} Really what I did was erase the background. The next layer I added was the swing. More background erasing, which gets a little more complex with each layer. Then came the wings. Again…hard to remember what you’re taking out, and what you’re adding back in. Adding the text, butterflies, corners and crown was no biggy. Even adding the wand was pretty simple, but it still involved some erasing so she’s actually holding the wand.

And speaking of the text: I have always loved that Glinda the good witch quote. And I saw it beautifully painted on an old door at Not Too Shabby in Helotes a couple of days ago. It fit this image perfectly.

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Since I had already printed out this image, I decided to make something out of it. I scrounged up a dusty canvas that was getting stepped on in my storage room. I added a couple of layers of paint. Then I added some gel medium and adhered the image, random buttons (another thing I seem to hoard) and some German glass glitter. I added the bow at the bitter end.

It was a quick piece, but it served a purpose: It was a nice diversion from my to-do list which needs to get ta-done! Will I hate myself in the morning? Probably. But what’s new.

Procrastinators unite!

My life in art

7 May
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My kit for the Tim Holtz Configurations workshop in Plano, Texas. He provided everything. EVERYTHING. Even scissors. He’s like the Oprah of the crafting world.

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Just how messy a table can get when there’s art to be made…

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My finished configurations box…

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Workshop with artist KC Willis in Ft. Worth. I had my own table. And was able to spread out! I’ll feature the project in a future post.

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My finished book from KC Willis’s two-day class.

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On the road to Kansas. Oklahoma antiques stop. We only spent three hours there.

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On the never-ending turnpike to Kansas!!!

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We finally made it to Kansas. This was my first project at the two-day Birdsong retreat, hosted by Karla Nathan.

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Fellow Texan Nicki hard at work…

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A little fairy mushroom project from Birdsong. I’m not really a fairy girl, so I gifted the finished product to my friend Lisa’s daughter.

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But this fairy project I’m keeping…another Birdsong creation

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Beth! She jokingly considered putting the now-famous Paper Cowgirl group photo in her theatre collage.

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Our lovely Birdsong host, Karla, in her element.

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The Texas Birrdsong crew! Tammy (middle) took a plane instead of braving the road trip.

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The haul, minus our luggage, which went on top of the van. BUT…we added to this the next day. More great finds in Oklahoma were calling our names!

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You have no idea how true this shirt is.

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Ah. The Texas border at last.

So I was in Ft. Worth, Texas, starting the last leg of my long journey home down the breathtakingly beautiful I-35 from Lawrence, Kansas. As I was admiring the Ft. Worth skyline, I suddenly remembered the family trips we took when I was a kid. I was always enamored by cities.

We’d leave the rural flatlands of West Texas and head to exotic locales such as Texarkana, Texas, or Pineville, Louisiana.

Me, always in the backseat, sandwiched between two sisters who threatened to snuff me out if my feet strayed from the hump on the floorboard.

Me, asking for a wakeup call when we hit Ft. Worth. Because to me, Ft. Worth wasn’t where the West began so much as it was where the west ended. Where everything got a little more interesting.

There was the skyline, of course. Then just a few miles up I-30 there was an amazing place called Six Flags Over Texas. I always begged to stop there, even though I knew we wouldn’t. Then up the road just a tad further was the Really Big skyline of Dallas. I think the conversation at that point, at least in my memories, always focused on the Kennedy assassination.  Travel back then was cramped, but dreams were big. Our only entertainment was getting away with unfastening our seatbelts without our parents catching us and listening to 8-tracks. Most likely Kenny Rogers. If we were lucky, we’d get to put in Frampton Comes Alive or listen to rock radio for awhile.

The journey is important. That I know.  And I don’t want to lose that excitement for travel. That feeling of freedom you only find on the open road. The wonder of what you’ll discover. Who you might meet.

When my kids were little they were great travelers. And they almost always said they wanted to go to college in whatever city we’d be visiting. We weren’t even sure some of the cities had colleges. But they loved the newness, even at such young ages, of being somewhere fresh. I don’t want them to lose that feeling. I don’t want to lose that feeling.

My mom gifted me with a collage a few years ago that reads, “To go through life with childlike dreams and airy hopes is such a gift.” And as I stared at the Ft. Worth skyline that day, weary from the road and ready to be home — even though the San Antonio skyline is less than stellar, I was a believer.

Three art workshops in one week. Friends. Laughter. Travel. In the end it’s all worth being stuck in the middle with your feet firmly planted on the floorboard hump. Or, in my case this time, with a box of fresh-picked junk underfoot.

Home

6 Feb

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Helloooo… Just thought I’d test a new phone app. You know me and my cell phone habit! I think these pictures are from my dining room. I think. New old chair, the top of a mid-century modern credenza and the shrine I made in a KC Willis art class. Hope I’m not lying to you! Oh, blogland, how I’ve missed thee.

Finished products

9 Jun

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I love starting projects. Love coming up with new ideas. I’m a dreamer, and I have a hard time finishing projects.

Participating in Paper Cowgirl swaps forced me to become a finisher. And I completed everything and even had time to spare.

The photos above are sneak peeks at those projects. For instance,  the bag with the crown is just the wrapping for the cool altered apron I made.

All that stuff stuffed together?  That’s the inside of the altered box I’m swapping.

The box with the dress form holds a nametag I made from an old horse ribbon.

I even had enough extra time to make a charm bracelet out of the club IDs I showed you yesterday. (This is not a swap project, but I am participating in a charm swap.)

It’s amazing what can be accomplished when you set your mind to it. Now…about those dirty dishes!

Flair

7 Jun

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You’ve seen Office Space, right? Maybe you’ve even dabbled in flair trade on Facebook? Well I have 94 pieces like the one above packed and ready to hand out at Paper Cowgirl.

What’s a girl to do with all the shell casings her husband so kindly hands her way? MAKE SOMETHING!

I’m armed all right — soldering iron at the ready. Retreat details to come.

Oh… and all those little specks you see in the photo? That there is glitter, my friends. A cowgirl prefers her bullets full of bling!

Tall Man Scavenger Hunt: You’re invited to play along!!

3 Jun

One of my Facebook friends went on a tall man scavenger hunt recently, which looked like a fun, harmless game to play while on a pub crawl.  They took tons of pictures with random tall men.  The idea cracked me up…so…I’m inviting you, dear friend, to participate in a junkified man scavenger hunt.  I don’t care if he’s tall…just post on your blog a man-related photo and leave me a comment or somehow link to me so I can find it.  I’ll award one of my turn-of-the-century art drawing books to the most creative post.  It is June, you know…Father’s Day and whatnot…so the timing is appropriate, methinks.  Simply post your pics on or before June 7 to be considered for this most excellent prize:

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  Here’s my photo, in keeping with the art theme:

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Yowza!  If art models looked like that when I was in school, I’d have taken more art classes!!  This photo belongs to a friend of mine, and she was kind enough to share it with me.  I thought he’d be perfect to kick off the junkified man scavenger hunt! 

Let the hunt begin!  Have fun…hope you’ll play… now go find you a man!!

While the cat’s away…

20 May

…the mouse will create:

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Found the turn-of-the-20th-century art books at the flea market last weekend.  Confession:  I have a giant weakness for ephemera.  Have I said that before?  Even so…it’s worth repeating.  I wanted to keep every single one of the 13 books because they were all different.  I want them to sell, but won’t be disappointed if I MUST hold on to a few of them — especially the ones focusing on body parts.   I left them at the shop today, paired with the art brushes in a silverplate tray alongside a French bust which reads “La Paix.”  I don’t have a photo of the bust, but I do have a story!  I got her at auction last night, thinking she was cast bronze.  She’s not.  I’m hoping she’s really old, and I think she is.  I’m hoping she’s NOT from China via crate from France.  She’ll be priced like the real thing, since I bid thinking she was bronze!  Duh!! *Always preview auction items before bidding!*

I have the run of the house until 1:55 Saturday, so I’m taking complete advantage of spreading out projects and accomplishing quite a lot.  It helps that a new commercial is being filmed for the shop, and my space may be in it.  Needless to say, that means a lot of fluffing since stuff keeps selling whether there’s a commercial pending or not!  I have lots of holes I’m trying to fill on the walls.  Here’s what I’ll be haging tomorrow:

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My son was all, “Why are you doing wedding stuff?”  Well, it is getting close to June, is it not?  Am I too early?  Am I too late?  My girls (dress forms, that is) all got their pearls in anticipation of the big month…I’ll be breaking out the cake topper collection soon!  I’ve amassed a number of them this year.

Another creation that will be hung tomorrow:

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I’ve always loved how people were so serious in all those old photos.  This assemblage speaks to that very issue.  Next I’ll be digging out the wedding photos.  A friend gave me a really cute trellis that I’ll be using for my wedding pic display this year.  Can’t wait.  I love doing wedding, even though I usually don’t sell much of it. 

Tomorrow I may take a much-needed break from painting and creating.  I was hoping for some estate sales, but haven’t heard of any happening tomorrow.  Guess I’ll check the paper early in the morning.  In the meantime, there’s a pillow with my name on it somewhere in this mess of a nest.  I’ll be dreaming of good junk…