Monday, May 31, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Outside my window...
I am thinking...
I am thankful for...
I am wearing...
I am creating...
I am going...
I am reading...
I am hoping...
I am hearing...
Around the house...
One of my favorite things...
A few plans for the rest of the week:
Here is picture for thought I am sharing...
"Would you like to linger on the simple things...then join me and many others in taking a little look into the day plans and thoughts of those who are focusing on simplicity...beauty of the 'everyday moments'." So stop on over and check it out.
Monday, May 24, 2010
He said "I heard the part about hoping her presents got here on time."
Saturday, May 22, 2010
I made the cakes yesterday so they would be completely cooled to work with this morning. To make the size pans I am using you need 3 boxes of the yellow butter cake. That's 9 eggs and 3/4 of a pound of butter folks.
Assembled the cake, rolled out the fondant. Instant issues. It is WAY more fragile than other fondant but my husband came to the rescue. He brought me a sheet of thick plastic, we dusted it with cornstarch, rolled it out and easy peasy picked it up and slid it over the cake. Thanks Mikey, that was a Godsend!! Let it sit overnight. Baby steps people, baby steps.
This morning I headed out to my buddy Pam's to to borrow some colors I didn't have, thanks Pam. Got all my stuff ready to go, had the painting I wanted to copy in front of me and began hand-painting my cake. Finished the dunes and panicked. Called my friend the artist who lives down the street. Bless her heart, she literally had 15 minutes to spare and gave me a crash course in watercolor painting. And the work went on. Raspberry vodka as a thinning medium for my gel colors sure smelled good! Got the sides all done and there was the top, blank, white, stark, waiting for inspiration.
So here was my inspiration, the look and feel of this painting reminds me of my Mom and it was my heartfelt desire to find a way to make it happen. The artist is Carolyn Blish, the book is Drawing Closer.
Now I am no artist, so the child was not happening. But here is my cake version. I melted my buttercream a bit and painted it on the clouds, the waves and the surf for texture and detail.
I'm pretty happy with it. My friend Mike came over and I commandeered his talents into sculpting my gulls, which I then painted, I did the Sandpiper myself. Here are a few more detail photos. I can't wait til my Mom sees it.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
I am a firm believer that your handshake indicates, to some extent, your character. It is certainly not the only indicator I use upon a first impression, but it holds a great amount of weight for me.
Let me say quickly that I am not talking about a bone-crushing pissing contest. That is juvenile and while occasionally amusing, indicates only immaturity and insecurity.
No. I am speaking about greeting someone in a manner that indicates interest or pleasure at the meeting. I expect to be looked in the eye and to have my hand shaken in a firm but gentle grip with a "nice to meet you". Or something along those lines.
People who greet me in this manner are those who give me a first impression of likability, believability and character.
It colors anything I may already have known or even liked about the person. I can't help it.
While I have read no studies on this sort of thing, it has been my experience, to have been correct about the character (or lack thereof) of people who have greeted me in such a manner.
Just the other day, I was proved right again, though I took no pleasure in it.
So, take a note folks, if it matters to you. Teach your children to be genuine in their interactions with others so that when they grow up and have a job interview, or meet their girlfriend's parents, their handshake doesn't have the "ick" factor.
I think no one put it more beautifully than Helen Keller.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
They have been blessed with my love of reading and I have taught them to write and cipher and they seem to be fairly literate and competent. (Wish I had not taught them to be impatient and have control issues.)
Through nothing but the Grace of God they are kind, modest, loving, charitable, faithful, candid, hospitable and eloquent. (except, of course, to each other)
I am richly blessed to be their Mom. (And I hope someday, to be their friend.)