Day 298-301 – Fall Fun

Day 298 –

 

Red Water

 

I can’t take credit for this shot.  I found it somewhere on Flickr when I was searching for suitable print ideas for my home office.  Red, in all its tones and variations, is still my favorite color.

 

Day 298 –

Pomegranates

I’m sensing a theme here.

 

Day 300

Mr. Happy Halloween

 

 

Day 301 –

 

The load

 

 

 

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Day 294-297 – Green / Art / Moon / Sun

Day 294 –

I recently re-redecorated my basement office.  It seems that in the short year I’ve lived in my house, this room has undergone at least three transformations.  I was never happy with how it looked and I don’t think the room was ever happy with what it was meant to be. (Boy that was a hippy thing for me to say.)  After a bit of thought and a trip to Ikea, my home office is finally feeling good.    I think the biggest contributor to this, other than the new red shag area rug, was the addition of two single green bamboo stalks.  It’s amazing how adding a live plant in a room  brightens everything up.  It also gives me something pretty to stare at whebn I’m procrastinating from work.

Day 295 –

I had the pleasure of attending Justin Van Leeuwen’s canvas print launch.  My absolute favorite of his available prints is this one.  If you agree or want to see more, you can buy his amazing stuff here.

Day 296 –

Tiny Moon

Day 297 –

Here’s a PDF of my eldest’s most recent work of art – Le Soleil.  She’s quite bold with her choices.

Day 288-290 – Pour moi?

Day 288 –

 

What girl doesn't want a free gift from Sephora for her birthday?

 

 

Day 289 – When my sis is in town she always makes herself at home, which is nice because I don’t feel like I’m entertaining a guest.  It’s just like she lives here.  Complete with putting my kids in time-out and emptying the dishwasher.  All in all, she rocks. But she rocked particularly this day because she served me homemade roasted butternut squash soup for lunch.  A yummy lunch that I didn’t have to make for myself?  Yes please!

 

Day 290

Pretty balloons for my small but mighty family birthday party

 

 

Day 284-287 Growing Up (Or Not)

Day 284 – This little bit of beauty was a big deal to me:   I turned 31. To say that my thirties have been an, um,  adventure so far is a gross understatement.  Raised as an only child having only met my 1/2 sister 13 years ago, I always looked forward to birthday for the attention and presents. Strangely, I really didn’t want a huge amount of hoopla this year and I think that’s a good thing.  It takes a lot of confidence for me to not want to make a big deal out of what is usually my “super special day”.  Was I overwhelmed by the amount of Facebook comments and Tweets wishing me a great day?  Yes.  It was marvelous.  But overall I was content in myself, which didn’t need outside validation.

Day 285 – One of the reasons why my neighborhood rocks:  After it rains, the reflection of the bright red fall leaves on the trees lining my street make it look like the puddles are made out of pink water!

Day 286 –

Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about her other little children, and make THEIR eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days.

– Lewis Carroll (Alice in Wonderland)

Day 287 – There’s something in the whole “fake it ’til you make it” idea.  I committed to helping my Mom with a community theatre musical she’s directing.  I promised her I’d come up with choreography for a particular dance number.  My dream was always to be a dancer, but I never pursued it… mostly because I don’t think I would have “made it”.  Oh sure, I can dance probably better than most, but I’m nothing spectacular. I equate it to my dropping OAC calculus because I was getting a 75% and didn’t want to bring my average down.  I gave up dancing as my main source of artistic inspiration in favor of the theatre, and finally, directing.  I think I made the right choice.

But still, I had to be a choreographer for the day.  And a good one.  Because my mom is notorious for talking me up.  To some of these people, I’m a big shot director from the Nation’s capital.  To me, I’m just… me.  But I digress.

I was having trouble coming up with choreo, but with a little help from my hubby, I felt inspired.  And when I got to rehearsal the next day, I walked into the room like I was the best damn choreographer there ever was (minus the huge ego, of course) and taught a 4 minute dance number in less than 3 hours.  And these people are “amateurs”!  And I have it on good authority that they choreography stuck!  They remembered it.  They are still having fun with it.

I went in there wanting to give those 8 women the confidence to execute the number with sass and power.  I had no idea that would rub off on me too.