Monday, January 8, 2018

Junkin' For Treasure



I have always been a treasure/junk hunter. I began at an early age, about 7 years old.
Hopping on my sting-ray bike with it's sparkly banana seat and a basket attached to the front handle-bars, I would ride a mile out of town and spend the day digging through the treasures at the town dump. After filling my basket with treasures I would pedal home.  My mother would no longer let me bring my treasures in the house after she discovered the awful smell coming out from under my bed was the pheasant wing with feathers I had found several weeks earlier.  My treasures were put in the garage and eventually hauled off to the dump, and then I would invariably drag them home again!
Over 50 years later I am still dragging home treasures.

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I purchased the above picture in a junk store as a college student  almost 40 years ago.
I thought it looked a lot like me when I was young.


I took the following pictures of a quaint second hand store in a small town in New Mexico.
Unfortunately the store was closed.  



I would have bought this handsome, paper mache frog to sit on the bench in my Garden Shed.

This coming up year I will be spending more time in my little red house now that we no longer have it as a rental.  As space is limited in the 600 square foot home, I have been selling some of my finds.  I still love to dig through dusty boxes for the all illusive treasure, but I have to limit myself now.  Here is one of  my New Years Resolutions:

DO NOT USE A CART WHEN SHOPPING FOR TREASURES! 

I will still allow myself to hunt for those one of a kind vintage or antique items, but I can only buy what I can carry.
How long do you think this resolution will last?  










Thursday, November 30, 2017

Pages from my art journal

I try to spend time every day doing art of some type.  Here are a few pages from my art journal.



A study of my eye


quick watercolors paintings of items in my house


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A self portrait.
The flowers, cut from scrap-booking paper, represent beautiful thoughts and ideas to paint.


Using an ink pen or felt tip marker makes me think before drawing a line or a mark.  I only have  one chance of drawing what I see.  My drawings of people have increased in their likeness using this method.  





zentangle is a fun, relaxing method to try


Doodles at the beach. 


I am still working on bird paintings.





A plein air painting I painted ( in oils) of my friends flowers as I sat in her rock garden.

Take a few minutes today and make something beautiful.  It will make you happy

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Outdoor Bath

Four summers ago when I made a choice to rent out my "Little Red House" at the farm, I moved my 12 foot vintage trailer (see the remodel here) to the main acreage for a summer dwelling as I worked on my organic vegetable farm.  
The small trailer did not have a bathroom and needed I to find a solution. My FarmHer ingenuity kicked in and after walking around the farm seeking materials to use for an out door bath, I decided to use several of my cold frames to construct it.   Using the 12" high base of a large 6' by 16' cold frame, and by raising the plastic covered lid up on 8 foot posts for the roof, and laying redwood planks on top of the foot high base, it could made the perfect outdoor bath.  Using a second frame butted up along half the length added another 4 feet to the area for the claw foot tub.  A solar shower bag, port-a-potty, old farm bench, vintage curtains, cedar plank flooring, and claw foot tub make this a glamorous, outdoor room.




A collection of vintage bottles to hold shampoo and other bathing supplies. 


A smaller cold frame, flipped on end and adding shelves, holds towels and supplies.


The top of the bath is the plastic covered lid of the cold frame raised up on 8 foot 2x4's.

See the original post here

One day when my  grandson came for a visit, he declared "Grandma, you are not supposed to have a tree in your bathroom!"

Friday, October 13, 2017

Portable ART KIT


This handy travel kit sits in my hall way coat closet ready to grab on my way out the door.  It is filled with items to create art when ever the opportunity arises.


Using the plastic containers that you purchase containing gum, I have simply removed the gum and added water color pigment from the tubes of my most used colors.  The gum containers fit nicely in an empty breath mint tin.


The pack was purchased in a sporting goods store.  It is a pack that will strap around your waist.  I removed the water bottles that fit adjacent to the pouch and filled them with art supplies, colored pencils, markers, pen and ink, water color brushes etc.



This metal container originally held a pen and pencil set. I also filled it with empty gum containers filled with water colors or gouache.  The length also allows me to keep a brush and drawing pens or pencils in it.


The pockets  are spacious enough for various art sketch books and water color papers.


Friday, September 8, 2017

Windows of the Soul





I painted this several years ago for an entry in an art show.  It has been sitting, tucked away in the corner of my studio.  This past summer my husband and I traveled the roads through 10 states and often passed over the old Oregon trail.  As we stopped at several points of historical interest, I was reminded of this painting.  At the time I painted it, I had wanted to portray a strong, yet gentle woman, who had the courage to leave her home and trek west for a new life.  She is a courageous woman, a woman of strong faith, and a woman who toiled and worked hard to provide the basic necessities for her family.  Along her journey she endured many hardships, the death of a child or loved ones, hunger and fatigue, caring for others who are ill, old, and sickly, even when she is also suffering. She greets each day with prayer and gratitude for her blessings, never complaining of the hardships or giving up hope for the future.  In her eyes, the windows of her soul, I tried to convey the message of weariness, yet resilience, of her determination to put on her best bonnet (even though it is worn and dusty), and with her sadness tucked deep in her heart she faces the trail with new found joy of all the possibilities. 

Thursday, August 10, 2017

STOP BY AND SAY HI


On August 23rd and 24th, I have been invited to set up camp at Rockin Robin's vintage store in Vernal.  I will be there giving tours of my remodeled 1965 Vintage Avion Trailer and selling  unique vintage items, my hand-made gypsy bags, one of a kind gypsy style clothing, and my original oil paintings.
  Hours are 10:00 a.m. til 6:00 p.m.




This is a before picture after we had gutted all the worn out cabinets and walls.





 The bathroom before:



And AFTER!




Y'ALL come by and see us!

August 23rd and 24th
10:00 til 6:00
at ROCKIN' ROBIN'S
west hwy. 40
VERNAL UTAH
located just east of the movie theater

Thursday, July 13, 2017

My Kitchen Prayer



 While hunting for treasures in an old dusty thrift store, I found this vintage kitchen prayer plaque. It imediately brought back so many happy memories of my Grandmother's kitchen.  


One just like this hung on my grandmother's wall, so all who entered into her kitchen could read it.  My Grandma was a wonderful baker.  The smell of  donuts rising, and fresh bread baking are some of my fondest memories.  Grandma would give us a call and say she had just pulled the bread from the oven.  She lived just through the lot and we would scamper over immediately. Instead of cutting the bread the traditional way, she would slice the bread along the long edge, giving me the 10 inch piece of crust (my favorite).  I would smother it in real butter and drizzle dark, rich molasses over-top. MUMMMMM, a favorite memory that money couldn't buy. 



My kitchen prayer sits in a south window above the sink, as I don't have any wall space in my current kitchen.  Each day while doing the dishes, I can read it's timeless message, recall fond memories, and hopefully create some that my family will remember years from now.  Yes, when I bake bread, the loaves are cut the long, length-wise, slathered with real butter and drizzled with rich, dark molasses. I just wish the grand kids didn't live so very, very, far away.