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And… the winner is… Kathy Lindemer from Bay Moon Designs!

She has a shop on Etsy, here:

http://baymoondesign.etsy.com

Kathy’s favorite quote is:

“If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.” (Anne Morrow Lindbergh)

Kathy adds, “The older I get, the more this quote helps me to enrich my life by appreciate each day and experience. Time seems to pass so quickly and we need to appreciate what we are given and have.”

I’ll send the jewelry box to her pronto — 0ne can never have too many boxes!

Thanks to all who entered!  That was lots of fun so I’m sure we’ll have more giveaways here at Hand Painted Petals!  Congrats, Kathy!

You may have your own treasure trove of wisdom.

Mine is “Funny Things and Other Stuff. ”  That’s the name of my file folder in which I pop the assorted and random odd things that I come across – quotes on teabag labels, fortune cookie slips, cartoons from the 70’s (yes, I really am that old).

Bits from the Funny Things and Other Stuff folder are great mood-lifters for the bad hair days.

Besides, those choice morsels of wisdom are cheaper than therapy and almost as much good!


I read a great quote last night which is already in my Funny Things folder.  It sounds like something my friend Carol would say.

“We’re growing older.  You go first.”


I also read “When Life knocks you down, roll over and look at the stars.”  I’ll send that to Linda in Colorado, whom I’ve known for 30 years.

I think the following is one of the most beautiful and most tender of quotes:

“Every child begins the world again.”


I adore  the loving simplicity of that phrase, so I painted it on a tile with some beautiful yellow roses and lilacs.

The other day, I rediscovered  a poem that makes me both laugh and cringe every time I read it.  I laugh each time because it’s really that funny.  But I also cringe because, well, it’s so true, it’s painful!

I think many of my Etsy colleagues will agree – once we discover our ‘creative side,’ it’s hard to keep Life balanced.  It’s embarrassing when Tim, my Sweetie Pookums, gently asks at 8:30 p.m., “Should I send you an email about what’s for dinner?”  Or, when I’m busily taking photographs for several hours but forget to take the dogs out all day.  Or, when Tim shuffles into my painting room at two in the morning to ask if I forgot about sleep again.

So, in homage to all the Innocent Bystanders (or IB’s; see previous post) of creative types everywhere, I offer this poem by Mollie Perry.  I don’t know Mollie, but I think she has contributed mightily to the human race by writing this poem.  Her contribution is to bring a spark of humor to frustrated IB’s everywhere who feel neglected, dogs with full bladders, and children who have forgotten what their mother looked like when she last went into her Cave of Creation.  To whit:

Ode to My Wife, the Painter


By Mollie Perry


She learned to paint on Monday,

Her strokes were going fine.

She forgot to thaw our dinner,

So we went out to dine. . .

She painted daisies Tuesday,

She says they are a must.

They really were quite lovely,

But, she forgot to dust. . .

On Wednesday it was strawberries,

She says the blending’s fun,

“What highlights!”  “What shadows!”

But the laundry wasn’t done. . .

Her apples were on Thrusday,

So juicy, bright and red.

I guess she really was engrossed,

She never made the bed.

It was violets on Friday,

In colors she adores.

It never bothered her at all,

The crumbs on all the floors.

I found a maid on Saturday,

My week is now complete.

My wife can tole the hours away,

The house will still be neat.

Well, it’s already Sunday.

But don’t call me a saint.

I cursed!  I raved!  I ranted!

The maid has learned to paint!


Come back soon for more posts from Funny Things and Other Stuff.  For now, may we each celebrate the blessings in this day.

To enter the giveaway, here’s what to do:

1.       Comment below and tell me your favorite quote that you would most like to have on a sign, tile or plaque.

2.      Also comment and tell me which two items from my Etsy shop are your favorites (while you’re browsing, feel free to “favorite” your items from my shop!)

3.      Lastly, post your quote on my Facebook page, here:

http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/pages/Hand-Painted-Petals/183903732313?ref=ts


Mini jewelry / ring box

T he winner of the giveaway will get this cute jewelry box (brand new!),

to be drawn at random.


(Please tell me I don’t need to set a maximum number of entries, but if I did, it would be three)

She learned to paint on Monday,

Her strokes were going fine.

She forgot to thaw our dinner,

So we went out to dine. . .

She painted daisies Tuesday,

She says they are a must.

They really were quite lovely,

But, she forgot to dust. . .

On Wednesday it was strawberries,

She says the blending’s fun,

“What highlights!”  “What shadows!”

But the laundry wasn’t done. . .

Her apples were on Thrusday,

So juicy, bright and red.

I guess she really was engrossed,

She never made the bed.

It was violets on Friday,

In colors she adores.

It never bothered her at all,

The crumbs on all the floors.

I found a maid on Saturday,

My week is now complete.

My wife can tole the hours away,

The house will still be neat.

Well, it’s already Sunday.

But don’t call me a saint.

I cursed!  I raved!  I ranted!

The maid has learned to paint!

A customer recently ordered some pots for her wedding — 150 pots, to include hand lettering for the bride’s and groom’s names, and the wedding date. It’ll be a fun project, and I’m really excited about it.

For the past few weeks, I’ve been busy unpack

Pjlacasse, weebindery, lindenleafstudio

Pjlacasse, weebindery, lindenleafstudio

Mymothersgarden,bytheway,tasifashion,artyecological
“Mud Goddess” (MyMothersGarden), vintage green dress (TasiFashions), vintage glasses (ByTheWay) Ornamental Oregano 5×7 Fine Art Print (artyecological)

ing, inspecting and sorting more clay pots than even some home improvement and hobby stores carry!

I’ll show you the actual design she chose when everything is finished.  But, below are some of her colors — rich, saturated colors — my favorite type!  She will put a live plant in each pot as wedding favors for her guests.  I think that’s a beautiful idea:  a long-term remembrance of their happy occasion, and a happily  ‘green’ gift as well.   I think the combination of her deep color palette, the lush green of live plants and the colorful pots will make a very pretty tablescape.

Crickets Creations' Lush, Tropical, Purple Handknit Scarf

Smoky Gems, Pearls, Crystal Sterling Charm Necklace

From LinDesigns' Etsy shop

For this size order, I’ve modified my process somewhat, but suffice to say that as much time goes into the prep of the pots as painting the design.

As this project proceeds, I’ll post updates on my progress as well as the inevitable head-scratching (think “how did THAT happen?!”) and then finished project.

Whilst I was sanding about 50 of the pots, it began to sprinkle.  Well, I was looking out from the garage at blue sky and didn’t think much of it.  Then I noticed the downspouts has sprouted to life and were sloshing out lots of water.  Sure enough, a thunderstorm in mid-sanding.  (Can I call that a “sand storm?”  Get it?  Huh?  Sand storm?)

Jenny hoople, artyecelogical, kimscraftyapple

Amethyst Tears necklace chevron amethyst (Jenny Hoople), Lilac 5 x 7 fine art print (artyecological), and Quilted Orphan Block Table Runner - Twisted Poppies (KimsCraftyApple)

I’m not a fan of lightning and thunder, either, so when that started up, I decided that holding the sander outside probably wasn’t a good plan.  So, I did what (I think) all creative folk do:  I went inside and ate ice cream.

Have you ever had a project that was both challenging, a bit intimidating and exciting? What was it?  What made it and exciting?  Tell me — the world wants to know!

Enjoy your blessings!

Sheryl


Wooltastic, TheEye

Red Felted Clutch (Wooltastic) and Petal Wings - Fine Art Photo (TheEye)

You can check out these shops at these links:

http://www.etsy.com/shop/artyecological

http://www.etsy.com/shop/pjlacasse

http://www.etsy.com/shop/weebindery

http://www.etsy.com/shop/KimsCraftyApple

http://www.etsy.com/shop/lindenleafstudio

http://www.etsy.com/shop/mymothersgarden

http://www.etsy.com/shop/tasifashion

http://www.etsy.com/shop/cricketscreations

http://www.etsy.com/shop/bytheway

http://www.etsy.com/shop/jennyhoople
http://www.etsy.com/shop/wooltastic

http://www.etsy.com/shop/theEye

http://www.etsy.com/shop/lindesigns

How do YOU see yourself?

Most of us wear many proverbial hats – we are mothers, wives, friends, daughters, scout leaders, mentors and more.  What happens when, quite suddenly, we stop being those people?  What can we draw on when we look in the mirror and don’t know the person who looks back?  And, how can one come to terms and live in peace with that “new person” who now lives behind one’s eyes?

The past few weeks have seen some wonderful changes at Hand Painted Petals, and, particularly, how I see myself as a painter.   I thought I’d share my thoughts with you since many other artists and artisans change and are changed when she/he creates something new.

After I was hurt in a car accident in 2000 and received brain ‘dents,’ I felt I was in a cocoon, protected somehow from a confusing and noisy outside world.  As I healed, I gradually emerged from my cozy cocoon.  That was good news and bad news!  Good news because it meant I was recovering, and bad news because I became aware of how different Life was post-brain dents.  And, how different I was.

Gone was my “old life” as an insurance broker, active in business women’s groups and the chamber of commerce, and my sons’ volleyball leagues.  I had spent years working to develop the skills to do those things and be those people.  And suddenly, I was a new Me. Trying to explain what I was going through was frustrating and exhausting.  My husband Tim and sons Travis and Brent surely were concerned but showed me only patience and endless love.

It was during this period that I was drawn to painting.  I had taken exactly one art class – in the 8th grade and hated it.  Nonetheless, I bought some basic supplies and began practicing.  I wasn’t sure what I was practicing toward, or what I wanted to DO with the wobbly results, but it felt soothing, so I kept practicing.

Slowly and over a period of years, I changed from the professional, active Old Me to a “retired” person (disabled), who painted ‘stuff.’  Even more slowly, I grew to accept and understand the New Me.  I kept holding on to the phrase, what matters is how you see yourself.

Now, I’m fortunate to be able to concentrate more on my painting.  I can see the results – my painting has ‘matured’ and improved greatly and I feel more confident in my creativity.  I can even deal with the occasional moments of “Holy cow! How did that happen?!”  As the New Me, I feel like an artist – a person with an identity and sense of self.  I’m very excited about Me now, and looking forward to what comes next.  It’s a great place to be, looking in the mirror and seeing Me!

I think most artists and artisans go through similar growth and new directions.   I’d be honored if you shared your story of how you came to create, paint, sew, knit and become You.  Because, what matters is how you see yourself!

Thanks for your comments, and thank you for being You!

Sheryl


Some folks might consider artisan or artist types pretty wacky, but I think we are relatively harmless.  I mean, there ARE worse vices, aren’t there?  Yes?  I feel very fortunate for the support I receive from Tim (my hubby), as well as that of our families and friends, who are generous with ideas, constructive comments and honesty – all of which are very, very important to me.

Sometimes, I wonder what life must be like for witnesses to my various ups and downs as an artist.  I mean, do they need crash helmets for the sudden twists and turns created by the inevitable “Oh, I wish SOMEone would buy SOMETHING,” to the ecstatic worry of “Oh, my!  I have way too much to do!!”

Or, perhaps they need hazardous duty pay for the times they dodge assorted packaging materials being tossed out of the closet while I dig for a box to mail something ASAP (of course, not that **I** do that, it’s just something I heard about).

Without doubt, in the Etsy- and art-world, innocent bystanders (“IBs”) need some pretty top-notch skills and expertise.  For example, IBs probably need the skills of the most experienced, battle-scarred diplomat to profer respond with feedback on a ghastly creation.   And, what about the psychology and spiritual  insight of Mother Theresa to aid them in dodging flying packaging materials?

So, I’m curious about what other IBs think of their resident or closest artist.  Now, I don’t need to know ALL the trade secrets, but if you insist…. Nah, just tell me about what your hubby, significant other, children, siblings and assorted support groupies think of “Life With ________ “ [a painter, quilter, etc.].

Tim usually waits until I ask for his opinion.  That’s really nice of him.  He gives me feedback on designs, photos, new products, and everything else involved in Hand Painted Petals.  Sometimes, my feathers get ‘bent.’  Mostly, though, he has helpful ideas.  For example, photos.  Anyone who sells their work online will agree that good photos are paramount. 

I appreciate it when he suggests changes to lighting and props for my photographs, like this one:

Another time, he suggested painting with more contrast for some designs.  I enjoy painting roses – especially white-on-white or red-on-red roses– but getting the contrast to show up in photos with the correct color balance can be tricky.

This was a first-round try:

First-round photo

Red Rose Jewelry Box

Better lighting and color balance

Pine Forest Design in Sapphire

Same photo and better on the second try because he helped me see how to improve it.

 So, it’s good to have feedback and challenges from him to tweak it “just one more time.”

The idea for this sapphire-blue box came as a result of a challenge from Tim to do something that reflected our town  and its pine trees and river.  I hope to do more designs like this between now and Christmas.

Maybe in a future post, I’ll write about suggestions from our IBs for cushioning, nay, surviving, the world of artists and artisans — the wild twists and turns, need for crash test dummies, and suppliers for mega-quantities of Advil, bandaids, and earplugs.

In the meantime, I’ll try not to give him too much whiplash or motion-sickness from the ups and downs of “Life with an Etsian.”

Rejoice in this day, and make it count!

Sheryl

I wasn’t always a gardener. I was, though, very accomplished at cultivating crispy-critter plants because I forgot to water them. Raising my boys and working full time kept me scrambling fast enough that “gardening” was only another chore to avoid a fire hazard. When I got hurt in our accident, that all changed. Reading wasn’t an option, so Tim brought me Sunset magazines to have some photos to see. I was easily entertained (still am!). Little or no short term memory allowed me to have a “new” magazine each time I picked it up! Nonetheless, I began to see how I could change our drab yard into a flower garden, and began planting seeds.

One day, I was sitting amongst the earthy smells, bugs and new plants and feeling very frightened about the “new me” — who was I now, for I felt so different from the “old me” I felt my body was inhabited by two different, confused people.  Sitting in the warm dirt, seeing the trees and hearing the birds, I suddenly felt peaceful and realized that my new “mission” was to give away God’s love. It was that simple: God drew me to gardening and to the flowers so that I could use beauty as a vehicle for giving away love and the feeling of serenity I felt when I gardened. It was, however, years before I could understand or articulate all those feelings, even though I clearly remember the feelings.

Siberian iris

Siberian iris

When the weather turned cold, I wanted to continue my “flower therapy.” Did you know there is a field of psychology called “horticultural therapy” or some such — it involves being among plants to achieve that feeling of calmness and peace. Anyway, when Brent, my younger son, actually recognized my paint droobles as a rose one evening, I was thrilled –you must understand that, when Travis was little, I labored mightily to draw Santa in a sleigh. My brother-in-law saw it and complimented TRAVIS on the “fine” drawing of Santa. I was miffed and decided not to quit my day job to become an artist. So, when Brent recognized the rose I had painted, I felt the heavens had shifted!

Blue Girl Rosebud

Since the fall of 2000, my painting has evolved in fits and starts, bypassing and sometimes encompassing assorted crises and challenges. Similarly, my gardening evolved and I now grow more things than I kill off. Tim and I recently settled into an apartment in Austin, so my gardening has shifted to containers of herbs, flowers and a Japanese maple that has become like a pet. YAY for a simpler life!

Trio of garden signs ready to hang

I still get the urge to garden, though, so I painted a series of garden signs that can be displayed separately, or hung with ribbon or (if outdoors) on a light chain. I’m very happy to be able to paint the flowers, leaves and colors that I enjoy so much, and to tend my patio garden under the green sky of the “canopy tree” outside.

Enjoy your day and happy Father’s Day to my daddio from his favorite daughter.
Sheryl

I think you’ll enjoy the DZFantasy blog — it’s got lots of photos of different media. I’ve always been intriqued with the concept of fiber arts — I love texture and how the light shines differently on the fibers.

(Right now, my brain dents are letting me remember how to insert a link, so bear with me….)
Visit Donna’s blog here:
http://dzfantasy.blogspot.com

This lil’ cutie would give so much color to a summery outfit!

Fairy Face Pin

Here’s an emerald green ribbon necklace by Donna at DZ Fantasy. I think it’s just beautiful and richly colored. See how the ribbon has a satiny sheen? I like how that mirrors the shimmer of the pendant. With all those different colors in the ribbon, you could wear it every day!

Hand knit ribbon necklace in emerald green

And i think this little fairy is just adorable — a wee bit of a fairy ballerina or fairy bride… can you hear the fairy bells twinkling? (fairy bells don’t just ‘ring’ or clang: they TWINKLE because the sound has light mixed in with it…at least, that’s what MY ears hear!)

Anyway, take a look:

Fairy Bride

Adorable wee fairy bride or ballerina; can you hear the twinkly bells?

I just couldn’t resist adding another photo of Donna’s fiber art. This little fairy is also cute. Aren’t they all! Just like puppies but no house training needed!

Green Fiber sculpture fairy

Cute fiber sculpture fairy waiting for her new home!

I hope you enjoy looking at these photos as much as I did poking around on Donna’s blog and Etsy site. By the way, here’s her shop on Etsy:

http://www.etsy.com/shop/dzfantasy

I’d love to know what you think, and also please share Hand Painted Petals’ blog with other nice peeps! May you see the miracles all around you today and always!
Sheryl

Click this image to connect to Donna’s Etsy shop!