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One of a Kind Giclees –Art Party!!

DSC_0119DSC_0124Art Party!  October 7  3-6   These beautiful watercolors available as one of a kind giclees –150.00 a piece.    Please come!! 796 Newington Dr.   Wine, cheese, chocolate, live music, Margaret painting live for you–maybe a quick lesson or 2!!

Come party with us!!!  It won’t be the same without YOU!!!

Art Party: I’m Painting Live for YOU!!

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Big Art Party– Margaret’s Home Studio on Sat. Oct. 7 from 3-6.  See invite on Facebook!

Let’s have a party!!

Watercolor artist Julie Dockery will be joining me here at our Art Party selling her beautiful paintings!  So excited to have her!

New paintings on canvas at very affordable prices–all sizes and shapes! Brand New 12X12 (195.00) including the new animal paintings and 12X16 (375.00)npaintings on canvas as Little Beauties–6X6 paintings on canvas (95.00)  Some framed tiny pastels also in the 23.00 range.  And brand new notecards, as well as the bird cards you guys love!

There really is something for everyone whether you want “stocking stuffers” or something larger and perfectly beautiful for your cozy space!!  You know, for your “girl cave” or “she shed” or living room or dining room or even bathroom.  😉

And I will be painting for you!!  (forgive the outfit–I’ll be wearing my holy, holey painting jeans)  Get the inside scoop or a tip or two on painting the easy way!!  Easy, Peesy, Fun and Pleasy!!

And Phil on the guitar giving us some good mood vibes!

Please come!!!  It won’t be a party without YOU!

PS and FYI:   In addition I will be participating in a cool Christmas show at June Delugas Gallery right here in beautiful Clemmons–more details on that later!

And have I told you lately?  I love you guys!  ❤

 

 

Changing Gears with Gomez

 

DSC_0518Gomez or “Go”, as we named him, was my first car.  He was a shiny black 1931 A-Model Ford with tiny red pinstripe wrapped around him like a piece of Christmas ribbon.

Go wasn’t as fancy on the inside as he was on the outside and his springs were shot: go over the slightest bump and the passengers in the back would have to horsey post to avoid rattling their teeth, usually with raucus giggling from the lunch bunch on our lunch break.

Changing gears with Gomez was definitely an acquired skill involving vigorous double clutching and considerable grinding.

I think Daddy like Gomez because he couldn’t go over 35 mph and only cost 300.00. But Go also sputtered, especially after it rained and his distributer cap got wet.

Or if I forgot to lift his hood and turn off the gas, all of the gas would leak out.  There were many occasions when I needed a rescue from a cute boy in the Reynolds High School lower parking lot.

Actually Go’s brakes were’t that great either.

Two weeks after I got my license, two blocks from my house, I sailed through a yellow light and smashed into a lady sneaking a left turn in front of me.  She must have been thinking our sailing was us stopping.  She was in medium sedan, poor thing.  When I got out of Go to survey the scene she was holding her sedan’s back bumper in her hands!

Go only had a tiny dent and small scratch on his beautiful black coat.

Go was so cool–a lot cooler than me!  The first thing I said to the lady was “I was trying to make it through the light because my old car’s brakes are not very good.”

When my Dad got there he chided me for being so forthright and suggested a little more discretion about Go’s shortcomings in the future.  He gave the lady a pretty reasonable check and they agreed not to call the Police.

Full disclosure, I believe I did slow up for the yellow light but then made a split second decision to charge through because I tapped the breaks and discovered that Go’s brakes were shitty–scuse my french.

 

 

These days, I feel like Gomez trying to change gears–grinding and sputtering and double clutching and stopping and starting trying to change from summer fun and family mode–a mix of great fun with all 3 sons and their families with a strange mix of sadness losing 2 dog companions–just a month apart.

Max was first 7 weeks ago now.  And when I was at beach with 2 of my sons and their families–the ones that are still “north of the border”, Phil’s Mazie girl’s lymphoma overcame her.  It was so sad for him . . . and me–marking the the end of era losing the buddies that we loved together for 15 years–since almost our first date.

I feel sure that we will see them again–our buddies Max and Mazie and Mo and Webster and all the other ones when we join them Great and Glorious Place–I know there will be a paroxysm of licking and slurping and running and bouncing and throwing and barking and hugging and sloppy wet kisses on the lips and maybe the occasional friendly nip from Max—and wondering if Max is also the alpha dog with Rommel—Phil’s Doberman that passed into that Glorious Place some time ago.

Anyway—all that . . .

changing gears in the middle of August . . .

waiting for Phil to come and watch the eclipse with me at 1:11 with our special regulation glasses made by official eclipse regulation company that I bought at the fishing, bait and tackle, hardware, life jacket, gas, and flotation device corner store for only 2.00 apiece on the corner of Highway 17 and Pawleys Island road ¼ block from the Hammock shop and the Chive Blossom restaurant.  I hear that folks are price gouging these glasses—actually in Clemmons they were 12.00 apiece yesterday!

Changing gears . . . double clutching. . . and singing softly to myself for comfort “All is Well, All is Well, All is Well with my soul.”

Thanks for listening.  I love you guys.

 

PS. DSC_0518 After a bit more lurching and grinding I will talk about some cool art plans and stuff coming up in the Fall.

And a puppy, if Bunny the Mama Havanese is indeed “with puppy”—will find out Thursday or Friday after her sonogram. 😉  I know Max, bless his heart,  is going to want to bite the puppy.

PSS I wrote this initially in mid-August and finished buffing today.  Since then had positive results from Bunny’s sonogram!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Between Creating: Ode to Max

Max cold nose warm heartIn The space between creating–

NOT my special place to be

It’s full of sad and “arms are empty”

listless, flat and empty . . .

ennui

He gave me purpose

when I felt alone and useless looking for another place to anchor life.

How can smalls be so large when

large things are empty

and ceased to care or be the part of what they are to me

the smalls are nice and good and kind except for Maxie Boy bit mine

when I would try to interfere

with some imagined slight I might have messed with sense of self

I do not know

a thing so small can bring such joy and join me to the call of love I cannot feel when all else fails I want to feel

loved

and loving is so easy with a small and feisty soul whose garrulousness behold

said not a word against me no,

but a bite, or two, would work for “no”.

I think a bite is much preferred to words or silences of hate–a bite–Max cold nose warm heartyes there’s an antidote for that.

But where’s the salve for punctured hearts and lonely souls????