Hello luvva!

I have fallen in love with a pair of shoes that I hope to wear as much as I can before it gets too cold. And yes, I should have bought them earlier in the season. I did actually, but promptly gave them to my 22 year daughter who obviously has good taste.:)So in fact, I love these shoes enough to have bought them twice. Thank goodness that doesn't happen often.

I am talking about my Steve Madden, high gloss, patent leather peep toe wedges! That's a mouthful! Oh, but they are yummy! Yes, it is the end of the season but I am too old to care whether I am wearing the "new" thing. If I like what I'm wearing I could care less if it is in style or not. Next on my list is a pair of clogs which I haven't found yet. I saw a pair of sling back clogs that were very pretty. We'll see......

Back to.........NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I HATE the month of August. From the very first day of this horrible month my stomach starts hurting and I am a nervous wreck. I find myself cursing the clock in my kitchen for even daring to move. I can't sleep, eat, or even function like a normal human being. No other month has this affect on me. If August was a person I might very well kick it's ass. Why? Because I must return to work. You might actually think that I despise my job. That is the farthest thing from the truth. I love what I do. I work part time and am paid very well, and once it starts back and I put it into my routine I am okay. I am a creature of habit that loathes change. I really have a problem I believe. My body and mind get in a habit of doing things easily. It's the changing that totally sucks! I fold laundry in the exact same way every time I do it. I brush my teeth, get in the shower even get out of the shower the exact same way. In same way, I mean, I repeat the same actions. I am sure that everyone does this to a degree and I am sure others are much worse. But the fact that I have physical symptoms that make me feel sick just really pisses me off. So I will get up tomorrow, get dressed and head out to work. I will see faces of some I love, some I can't stand and others I didn't even realize worked with me. And after a week of doing this my stomach will start settling down and my sleep pattern will slowly start adjusting. By Christmas I will be trying to lose the weight I gained during August and by April I will start stressing again about leaving for two months in May. How will I get along without everyone? What will I do with my extra time? Blah, blah, blah! The crazy circle once again starts over.

And I just thought I knew what pain was.....

It has been one week and one day since I have received my first tattoo. This is something that I have wanted to do for the last 25 years and I just now got around to it. Not really. At 18 I was poor and had no money and therefore no means to afford a tattoo. That was another blessing in disguise because I most certainly would have had anyone that said they could tattoo place a permanent winged horse (or some other object) on my ankle and been done with it. At the age I am now I have enough sense to be very particular about who and what. After much research and referrals the same person kept resurfacing. Mel D. He is an award winning artist. That was important to me. Someone who could freehand a piece and it look amazing. He is amazing and I now have a terrible crush! On his work anyway. :) He was very professional and I felt very comfortable letting him tattoo my back. We kept in contact via face book and I got exactly what I wanted. I will be returning to add to my piece which will go all the way down my back and across my waist. I will say that it hurt worse than I imagined it would. Actually it hurt like crazy! But I found out quickly that behaving like a wimp at a tattoo convention is not allowed. I didn't mention that part. When I made my appointment he mentioned he would be in Arkansas at a tattoo convention and so I booked my first appointment with him there. It is amazing the places people have tattooed. I won't elaborate on that anymore. It was a great yet painful experience, but I have no idea how people can get addicted to tattooing like I was told. I guess we'll see!

My pictures as seen by me.

Photography has been the one art form I seem to fall back on time after time. I never get tired of taking pictures and finding new ways to capture images of the same things. I purchased a Canon a little over a year ago and have purchased a lense that I like. However I am completely ignorant about my camera. My pictures, if they turn out, are completely by mistake. I plan working with Bedford this fall to learn all the in's and out's of my beloved friend. Here are some pic's I have taken in my area. I plan on taking my camera out this weekend to document the tattoo I am getting at the Tattoo Convention this Sunday. I am expecting some interesting shots to say the least!

I am an artist, I am an artist, I am an artist.....

I am new to the blogging world. After much debate between the multiple personalities I behold I have come to the conclusion that this may be good for me. Blogging that is. I am not an English professor nor do I wish to be. So this blog will be filled with enough English mistakes to give a first year teacher a heart attack, so if this is you please stop, and do not continue. I am a artist, in case you missed that. It has taken me close to 40 years to be comfortable in saying that. Well, not 40 to be exact, since I am 40 years old at this moment. But it has taken me a long time to say that. Why I do not know. I am scattered in my art work and usually have many projects going at once. This I have decided is not working. My brain feels restless and tired at the same time. I have in the past, surrounded myself with people who drain the energy from my existence. I am sure it wasn't their fault, just a personality trait that I failed to realize did not work for me. Friendship in general is a funny thing. I have only a few people I know who I truly consider friends. Most are merely acquaintances. I have noticed many people agree with that statement but then get upset over one thing or another and totally contradict themselves and what they proclaim to believe. I guess we all do that at some point, myself included. I hope to blog about my triumphs, failures and attempts at life in general. It seems my life and it's many layers resemble very closely to the art I am attempting to claim. I am a woman who in no way promises to be the same person day after day. I am generally a happy person but I do enjoy moments of sadness and loneliness at times which may make me a little crazy. In which case I will say a little craziness is okay and interesting. I would have never been friends with Mary Tyler Moore or Mary Poppins. The sheer cheerfulness on a regular basis would have drove me nuts and frankly, pissed me off! That being said I am happily married to the love of my life. I have 5 wonderful children plus my baby sister. They are my anchor. But to be honest, I don't mind if the rope comes a little loose and I float out to sea. As long as they are their to pull me back in. Which they always do. I do this through my art or rather my journey to find my art.