I'm a night owl, so my head usually doesn't hit the pillow until 4 or 5 am--around the time I see my Eastern Time Zone friends beginning their day with coffee and Facebook. So I snore (Yes, I admit it!) as the world turns, straight through the sunrise, chirping greeting birds, barking dogs, and sometimes even the brap-brapping of sleds. My morning begins sharply . . . at noon! Within two coffees, I've checked my friends' Facebook statuses, played catch up to several artsy/crafty blogs (These gals have lived the bloggy, artistic life for years now. I'm learning. . .More on this in next post!), and have annoyed my husband several times with my incessant "Oh, that's cute! Look, honey." Time to get out in the fresh air.
If there is snow to be moved, I gear up and shovel for about an hour and a half. Rick puts on his snowsuit and blows the white stuff for about 5 hours. I have a bit of free time, so I head across the street to my favorite coffee shop, the Loving Cup Cafe. I catch up with my mountain girlfriends over more caffeine! |
Sometimes I'm not as good as I should be-- succumbing to a local bar's vortex, as lattes with the girls turn to beers. Those days may last until I scurry home to make dinner or on the very rare occasion they may last till dawn. But, I'm always hopeful I won't see this view for a few more hours at least. |
So, how do I fill the time between beverages?
Domestic GoddessBaking bread makes the house smell so good. Pair that with homemade Ham & Bean Soup & now you're talking comfort food! Add cherry pie . . . pure decadence. | Bead LadyI've been making beaded jewelry since before I moved to the mountains. I love stone for its natural beauty and glass for its vibrancy and variation. In the Summer of 2012, I began making polymer clay mind's-eye mountains & local peak pendants of Pilot and Index. I paint them in various stages-day, evening, and night. Some just get a brown wash to look like wood or leather. These are very good sellers; I think I'm onto something here! | SeamstressI love making new patterns and figuring out the process. From start to finish, it never turns out the way I envisioned. When I'm lucky, it turns out even better! |
Misconceptions I had of what it meant to be an artist.
I used to think this it how an artist's desk should look like. Now, I've come to see this is the reality. . . | I thought a-bit-too-much make-up, funky hair, and black attire made the artist. I've found this is just the outer shell, but it is a good way to prepare myself to become the persona . . . Naturally introverted, having the make-up, hair, and wardrobe done, I feel I can truly play the part. I am already this way with my closest friends, but it does take a bit of coaxing to pimp myself out to the public. | In reality, it is the actual "work" I do that is making me an artist. Behind closed doors, in my comfy knit pants, hair pulled back out of pure necessity, and the only things on my face are my glasses and chap stick. But, I'm creating. This blogging is somewhat the middle zone--best of both worlds. I'm finding a good balance while finding my voice & still in my comfy knit pants. |