The Journaling of a Quirky Artiste

Before we had another 7.9 inches of snow and then another .4 inches to top it off, I heard a cardinal singing at dawn. You can always tell it is a cardinal because they sing “purty, purty, purty”. Listen the next time. They know that they are so pretty, that’s why they sing that.

Before the 8.3” of snow dropped in, it was 60 degrees for a couple of days. I went on a leisurely stroll that turned into one of my arts and crafts scavenger hunts. I found these really cute teeny tiny pine cones and then these other really thorny weird looking nut shells. The photo here is of Haitian Folk Art made from seeds. It hangs in my kitchen and though it may fall apart soon, I still love it. I now have an idea about what to do with my stash of miniature pine cones and weird thorny shells.

I decided to get out of the house. I indulged myself by lingering about in my favorite Art Store. Thank goodness I did not buy any more supplies that I did not need. Then I went grocery shopping to stock up on bread and milk before the snowstorm and before the run on the shelves. I bought Gouache Fingerpaint instead. Who knew? I forgot to pick up the milk and bread. Ooops. But now I had something to do during the snowstorm although nothing to go on my cereal.

I played racquetball on Monday and on Tuesday, I bought pretty new ultramarine racquetballs with matching blue grip tape for the racquet handle. I learned that there are more ultramarine color racquetballs sold than any other color. I was still sore on Friday and haven’t played again since.

I tried to break my chocolate habit now that all the Valentine’s candy was gone. Didn’t go so well. Hunted until I found some chocolate in my car. From Christmas? Didn’t matter. It was still sweet.

I turned the soil over in my garden just a little bit to get into the mood. And then it snowed.