Wednesday, January 30, 2013


This was on the wall in the Oncology Unit
Just returned from St Louis.  My parents and I drove up last week.  While it is always good to see family, this trip was bittersweet.  My mom's youngest sister has cancer.  She was diagnosed last March.  We don't know that she will live to see this March. After her chemo, the cancer has accelerated and she has had other complications. Her doctor told her in December she may only have 2 months.  We basically went to say good-bye.  How the hell do you walk out of a room knowing you will probably never see that person alive again?  It is hard.  Someone who is so vibrant and creative and full of life shouldn't go like this.
   When we all heard the news last spring we were stunned-as anyone would be-or has been hearing those words. We thought chemo, surgery, she'll beat this.  We didn't think that after surgery.  We just hoped for time.  How many people have thought about what they would do if they got that diagnosis-me, i often thought i would take a trip somewhere i hadn't been but wanted to go.  The reality is, you stay home and fight your illness.  You feel like crap half the time and just struggle to get through the days.  You see your friends and family.  There is no "one last trip."  There is only fighting one more day-day by day.
  I've been through the death of family before-sudden and drawn out.  You expect it with grandparents.  They have lived a life.  The younger ones-that's not easy.  (Not that death is easy, but sometimes  is more "expected" and easier to accept.)   I can't talk about her or think about her with out crying.  She was such an influence on me.  Some of my earliest childhood memories are of her.  The time she did my hair and make-up.  Dressed me up in a fancy dress and shoes.  Announced to family at dinner that "Cinderella" had arrived for dinner.  I walked down from her room upstairs to my grandmother's kitchen and felt like a princess..(the 1965 version of Cinderella had been on tv prior to this) but it wasn't '65.  It was later, '68 maybe.  I know i was older than 2.  Anyway, many memories flood my head these days.  I dread the day the phone call comes and we make the long drive back to say the final, final goodbye. 

Friday, January 18, 2013

The Middle of the Month

 Here it is the middle of January and i've posted no art yet.
 I have a few projects i've dabbled with~almost finished something I started over a year ago, finished up some things from december and played in my journal (backgrounds mostly)  I've been reading a lot.  11 books in december and I think i'm on my 4th for this month.  The days are short and chilly and some things going on in life that have sapped the inspiration.  It stinks when there is nothing you can do.  I won't go into it now-some already know what i refer to-the rest, well, i'll tell the story later this year but not now.      

Journal snippets-I think i've been influenced by Robin Marie Smith lately.  I took her online "Clutch Play" class (see more bags below) and i love her colorful, playful style.

 I seem to have a thing for circles lately too :)
another finished clutch/book combo

My 7th one!

close up

Wednesday, January 02, 2013

Happy New Year

All I ask is that this year be better than the last. and the one before that.  and the one before that....
journal page
 At least the dogs started it off clean. Well, 3 of them anyway.
Jack..his bored look

Yawning-but it looks scary

Nala.  "whatever"

Sitting nice for a treat