MAUDLIN |ˈmôdlin| adjective self-pityingly or tearfully sentimental, often through drunkenness : the drink made her maudlin | a maudlin ballad.
I must admit I thought I knew the meaning of this word, but I did not. I was thinking it meant something more like macabre, dark or sinister, so it's good to learn the correct meaning. It wasn't an easy word to illustrate, but I decided to go digitally this week and recycle a digital artwork I did a while back.
I love this stone angel, maudlin as she is. She is located at the historic Oakland Cemetery in Atlanta.
So once again it's time to do a skinny book page for the swap on my OhMyGothic group. When we began this swap, we each chose a theme, and Betsy chose Halloween. I am so lucky that it's my turn to create a page for her, and it is actually October! She wanted lighthearted Halloween, so I did my best to accomodate her. The little witch is from a vintage postcard, and using Photoshop I replaced her face with the sweet little face of Nellie (from one of my collage sheets). I used Color Mists from Outside the Margins on pages from an old German textbook for the background, and then I used Distress Inks to grunge it up a bit. Color Mists create a beautiful shimmer that doesn't really show up in the scan.
This is the first side for this month's page in the skinny book round robin. First side, second attempt, I might add. I did one version last weekend that I hated, so this is the redo. The quote is from Peter Pan. I have used it before and will probably use it again. It's a good one.
My routine of walking 4-6 miles a day continues. It has become addictive. I love being out all alone, except for the other occasional walker or runner. It gives me time to think, regroup and relax. Sometimes I see something interesting, and I snap a photo with my camera phone, not the best camera in the world, but I don't want to carry a regular camera for a long walk. Earlier this week, I passed this mailbox on the road.
Someone had run off the road and smashed it to pieces. I could see the tire tracks where the car lost control and careened through the homeowner's yard. Now here's what I found interesting. Look at this photo (not very good photo, I'm afraid) of the very next mailbox on the road.
I call this rock and mortar monstrosity the Jabba the Hut mailbox. Can you imagine the outcome if that car had lost control in this yard instead of the one just before it? It would have been awful. The driver would have been seriously hurt if not killed. I couldn't help but wonder if that driver knew just how lucky he was that night. Probably not, but he needs to thank his guardian angel.
Lastly, here's photo of daffodils surrounding an interesting tree stump. After a long hard winter, spring is in the air!
This morning as I sat in front of the window eating my oatmeal and drinking my coffee, I was watching the bare trees swaying in the wind. Their serenity struck me, and I thought 'In my next life, I'd like to come back as a tree.' I began to think of standing tall throughout the seasons, feeling the sun or the snow on my branches, hosting birds building nests, laying their eggs, babies hatching, learning to fly, leaving. Very pretty thoughts. Then I wondered if trees felt pain. Perhaps they feel growing pains during growth spurts, or what about when they sprout leaves? Would their twigs ache as a baby's gums do when cutting teeth? So, I sat their pondering the meaning of a tree's life, and how I'd like to be one, when suddenly the image of being chopped down sprang into my head. That was the end of that.
(There's no snow here in Marietta today — just very windy, cold although sunny weather. I took this photo during our Valentine's weekend snow.)
I give up! I can't stand it in my studio any longer. Yesterday I began the process of cleaning and organizing. And not just picking up and putting away either. I need to dig into drawers, files, and piles on the floor and get rid of some of this stuff I've accumulated. Honestly, I almost want to throw everything away and start over. Do you ever feel this way?
That seems to be the story lately. I'm always trying to catch up — housework, errands, friends, art projects, blogging. My life has changed so much this year since I keep grandson Bobby 2 or 3 days each week. My focus has definitely shifted from myself and my art to him. And I'm happy with that. At first, I kept beating myself up that I wasn't creating much art, but I've cut that out now. I am enjoying spending time with Bobby, and I know that I'm making an impact on him and his future. That's an accomplishment to be proud of.
I have found some time for digital scrapbooking. I want to make a scrapbook for both Bobby and granddaughter Kathleen documenting the first year of their lives. I need to hurry, at least in Bobby's case since he will turn 1 year old in less than a month. Here is a sample from his book.
And here's a page from Kathleen's.
Kathleen is now 6 months old. I don't get to see her as often as Bobby since she lives far away, but I've enjoyed using Skype to visit online with her and her mommy. Isn't technology wonderful? At least sometimes. I just love this fairly recent photo of her. She has such an adorable little face. I guess you can tell why her nickname is Cheeky.
Bobby, my husband, Warren, and I recently visited a local park where Warren took this photo of Bobby and me.
I have found time to enjoy some knitting lately. I actually finished a sweater that I can actually wear! That was a pleasant surprise. Oh, and I sewed myself a skirt. I'll try to take photos of those projects and share them later — when I'm caught up. Hah!
It's very quiet here right now. Husband is still in bed. Turkey is in oven. Ganache is cooling. So I'm taking advantage of the lull in the holiday madness to actually add a post. I thought I'd share these photos we took of grandson Bobby last week. He's the best Christmas present ever!
And one last photo. I think he had had enough picture taking!
I started to name this post, A.W.O.L., since I've been away for so long, but then decided "missing in action" was more appropriate. I've been busy doing some long overdue housework, babysitting my precious little grandson twice a week, and, oh yes, decorating the house for Christmas. Not much going on the art front for me, but I did put together this slideshow this week. Here's hoping that it works okay.
Auld Lang Syne (from the movie, Sex and the City) is performed by Mairi Campbell and Dave Francis.