~ Arthur Ashe
“Without heroes, we are all plain people, and don't know how far we can go”
~ Bernard Malamud
May 31, 2010
Memorial Day
“True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic. It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost, but the urge to serve others at whatever cost.”
~ Arthur Ashe
“Without heroes, we are all plain people, and don't know how far we can go”
~ Bernard Malamud
~ Arthur Ashe
“Without heroes, we are all plain people, and don't know how far we can go”
~ Bernard Malamud
May 30, 2010
Exercise in futility
I planted flowers.
Or, as my husband says, I planted deer food.
I just needed some color.
Maybe if there was a collective chant from the blogosphere, the deer would stay away...
May 29, 2010
Photo tweaking
Raining again in the high desert. Sunlight and shadows are hard to capture. A bit of photo manipulation here, but the shadows were interesting.
Click Hey Harriet for more shadow shots
May 28, 2010
Company coming
My sister and her girls arrive tonight.
Apple cake baking.
Flowers to plants.
Dinner to plan.
Weather to manipulate...
May 27, 2010
Spring rain
So much for high desert sunshine. I'm beginning to question the veracity of the Central Oregon tourism board's claim of 300 days of sunshine per year.
The dark streaks on the cedar deck?
Mildew.
I didn't know this was possible in the desert.
May 26, 2010
Brooches
"Put a little pin on and you've got something going on!"
~ Michelle Obama
Crystal brooch - MoMA
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A couple of my favorites:
Fake fur flower pin - Stone Buddha
Gray fabric flower pin - Anthropologie
May 25, 2010
More seating
Rearranging furniture to accommodate friends for tomorrow's girls night.
People always end up in this room as it is closest to the kitchen. I figured I may as well plan on squeezing everyone in to begin with!
People always end up in this room as it is closest to the kitchen. I figured I may as well plan on squeezing everyone in to begin with!
“Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose.”
~ Tennessee Williams
May 24, 2010
Good morning
Looking forward to slightly warmer temps so I can enjoy my coffee outside and watch the sun rise. It is 37 degrees this morning. Too cold.
May 23, 2010
New Flooring
One of my favorite, new-to-me products is Bamboo Chilewich. I decided to use it in our camp trailer to cover up the white vinyl floor. (White flooring anywhere, most especially in a recreational vehicle, is ill-conceived.)
Roughing out the template
Trux: supervising (or sleeping on the job)
First fitting
Detail
Completed!
So glad to get rid of the white floor. Talk about inconvenient for camping. It was impossible to keep clean. This flooring, on the other hand, is not only cushioned which will make the camp trailer floor much warmer, but the color and texture are sure to cover up practically anything that is tracked in. And the best part? I can take it out and hose it off. We laid it directly on top of the the vinyl for this very reason. It fits wall to wall, but it is essentially a large area rug.
May 22, 2010
Grown Shadows
“Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.”
~ Douglas Jerrold
~ Douglas Jerrold
More shadow shots at Hey Harriet
May 21, 2010
May 20, 2010
Best Buddha
TtV photo by Hey Harriet
~ Buddha
May 19, 2010
May 18, 2010
Arbor Grove
Buying books for their cover...
I'd buy this.
I'm drawn to tree canopied country lanes,
and try my best to capture them as I'm driving.
Ironically, my very first rental house was on Arbor Grove Road.
In the middle of farmland, hardly a tree in sight.
May 17, 2010
Perceptions
Looking back:
Words affect one’s perception of themselves, of others.
Age 3 or 4: At a concert with my parents and older sister. Someone boosts Chantele onto their shoulders so she can see. I hear someone offer to pick me up, and then hear my mother say, “She’s too heavy, don’t worry about it.” I stand throughout the concert staring at the adult butts in front of my face. I never saw the band.
Age 7: My mom puts me on my first diet.
Grade school years: Family refers to me as "a big girl".
Jr. High: A boy in my drama class calls me Big, Fat & Ugly.
High school: I don’t date anyone from my school. I’m a wallflower. The friend of the popular, cute, tiny, cheerleaders. Taller than all my girlfriends, taller than the boys until sophomore year.
Senior year of high school: My best friend’s mother tells me confidentially she never thought her daughter would be fat. My friend had recently gained weight. For the first time, we wear the same size.
College: My best friend becomes bulemic, she starts snorting cocaine. She gets very thin, and receives a lot of positive attention about her figure. She is a size 4.
1992: I read a medical report listing me as obese. I am 5’ 10”. At the time, I was wearing a size 10.
Late 90's/early 2000's: My friend, whose mother referred to her as fat and who then became bulemic, has children. Three of them are girls. I hear her tell her oldest daughter she is fat. She isn’t. The cycle continues.
2010: My friend’s are all slim. My face seems to be getting rounder. Technically, I wear the same size clothing I did in high school, although my body sure looks different. I still tower above my friends.
Words affect one’s perception of themselves, of others.
Age 3 or 4: At a concert with my parents and older sister. Someone boosts Chantele onto their shoulders so she can see. I hear someone offer to pick me up, and then hear my mother say, “She’s too heavy, don’t worry about it.” I stand throughout the concert staring at the adult butts in front of my face. I never saw the band.
Age 3, I'm in the pink tights
Age 7: My mom puts me on my first diet.
Skating with friends, age 7. I'm wearing the red pants.
Grade school years: Family refers to me as "a big girl".
Jr. High: A boy in my drama class calls me Big, Fat & Ugly.
The annual sister cheesecake picture.
I'm on the left, wearing red.
Jr. High years
High school: I don’t date anyone from my school. I’m a wallflower. The friend of the popular, cute, tiny, cheerleaders. Taller than all my girlfriends, taller than the boys until sophomore year.
Senior year of high school: My best friend’s mother tells me confidentially she never thought her daughter would be fat. My friend had recently gained weight. For the first time, we wear the same size.
College: My best friend becomes bulemic, she starts snorting cocaine. She gets very thin, and receives a lot of positive attention about her figure. She is a size 4.
1992: I read a medical report listing me as obese. I am 5’ 10”. At the time, I was wearing a size 10.
1992 with my sisters.
I'm on the right.
Late 90's/early 2000's: My friend, whose mother referred to her as fat and who then became bulemic, has children. Three of them are girls. I hear her tell her oldest daughter she is fat. She isn’t. The cycle continues.
2010: My friend’s are all slim. My face seems to be getting rounder. Technically, I wear the same size clothing I did in high school, although my body sure looks different. I still tower above my friends.
And I still try to make peace with my size.
Fakin' it
This curly grass didn't survive the high desert winter...
so I spray painted it.
It will be much easier to take care of this way.
Maybe I should do this to all my plants...
All quiet
One week ago, I was in the largest city in America.
“There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.”
~ Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
May 15, 2010
Skeleton shadows
“There is something about a closet that makes a skeleton terribly restless”
~ Wilson Mizner
~ Wilson Mizner
Skeletons in the bar of the Cuba Cafe
New York City, May 10th
More shadow shots at Hey Harriet
May 14, 2010
New York whirlwind trip
Flying in to New York City
Meeting three women I didn't know (Stephanie, Emily and Chelsea) for a whirlwind trip.
Our NY nickname
Looking outside our apartment in the Chelsea neighborhood
Chelsea and Emily
Emily's movie star pose
Emily and Stephanie at Cuba Cafe
Being in New York was a great opportunity to meet blog friends. Michelle and Rachel rode the train in from New Jersey to meet me at Cuba Cafe. I've been corresponding with them for 3 years. So glad to have the chance to meet them in person! I wish the photo had turned out better.
And then we went to the Trailer Park bar...
Emily and Stephanie G. eyeing the decor
Kitsch
Chelsea
Note the mannequin inside the trailer...
Fun trip!
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