nativity

Texas 1979

Life has too much momentum to fit through the tiny pin-hole of blogging. Here's a little droplet that might get the flow going again. This is a picture of me as a moody 9 year old. I am in the turquoise dress with pale blue knee highs. Ahh, Texas.

When I think of 9, I think of taking apart my sister's Barbie playhouse, rearranging the rooms and mounting it on metal rollers so we could take the renovated plastic mansion on tour through out the neighborhood. Something about its portable swimming pool breaking apart half a block away sticks in my mind.

I also remember being very stressed out by having a dog. We always had big sweaty golden retrievers. I would secretly set them free into the suburban wilds late at night. "Be free, dog!!" And I think my room was messy.

Well, it's a start.

tasty designs of earthly delights

click on the first image.

Think green tile with wood, copper and cream glass. (Or any art glass, really.)

Arrow to heaven???

(Click on this upper image to see a larger photo.)

Sorry about the bad photos -- I was too busy panicking to get a good shot. I am thinking the side corners should go back to green and the top arrow go the dark gray-eggplant color. The only thing I could get them to get painted the eggplant is that little tiny scrap at the bottom corner of the door in the picture above. It's a great color with the green. The creamy color seems too bright -- or am I just freaking out? (It was a good day. I didn't cry and I only cussed twice.)