I love the contrasts in this picture. Another one taken in Cape Cod.
Yesterday the ArtQuilt & Mixed Media ladies arrived, at the studio at noon, lunch sacks in hand.
I had put on the crock pot with some Cashew ginger carrot soup in case anybody had forgotten.
The soup comes in a package and you just pour it out. I can't remember the name of the company but it was delicious.
I still have to load up the photographs I took yesterday of our flour paste resist experiment.
It took me back to third grade when we made something like this and painted it on something.
I say something because I haven't got a memory bite of any of the actual school activity. What I do have is a memory of my mother discovering my balled up brown,corduroy, jumper, in the back of my closet. I had apparently, gotten quite a bit of this paste concoctions on the front of my jumper (for my European visitors, that's a dress not a sweater).
I was a latch key kid. I got home and probably thought, "Gee, this is a mess" and took off my jumper and threw it in the back of my closet. Not having a clue about wiping it off or waiting to show it to my mother. Yeah, like that was going to happen. I also suspect that deep down I didn't really even like the jumper.
My mother's emotions were often unpredictable. I suspected that she would yell so I avoided the whole problem. Unfortunately, it caught up with me when she did discover the mess. You would think that it would have just hardened and a good soaking would have cleaned it up.
Either that didn't occur to her either because I remember a lot of shouting and the brown, nasty looking jumper being thrown in the trash.
That particular jumper was a result of a shopping trip she and I took to Sears one day. I need to find a picture of me at that age but I was just a normal size little girl, honest.
Not according to the sales lady in Sears. She suggested to my mother that we look in the "large" girls section. In my innocence I thought that meant that I was a older girl. I think my mother thought it meant "tall". Both of us were surprised that we were looking in the "chubby" girls sections.
Insulted, my mother grabbed my hand, grabbed the brown jumper she had been looking at earlier and off we went to the cashier. I suspect I had some passive aggressive feelings about that jumper.
That shopping trip was also the beginning of my exercise chart, posted on the kitchen bulletin board. My all time favorite exercise was sitting against the kitchen wall, legs out in front of me and then "walking" my butt, pumping my arms and scooting across the floor to the opposite wall. I don't know if it did any good but it probably kept, at least, the middle of the kitchen floor clean.
Remember, my mother was a compulsive list maker. If your life was organized, your belongings organized you would be successful. If you follow the exercise list, do the number of repetitions you WILL keep your current shape or tone it up, at least.
I'm still not a big fan of the color brown, or jumpers or exercise, for that matter.
:)Bea Who is going to go over to the studio and just play some more. How about you?