Happy Birthday, Big Sister!
That’s not what the post is about, but I wanted to send the message to Melinda in Salem. I always thought she was smarter, faster, more creative, prettier, a better dresser, tuned into what is cool, had a very neat closet and she could color better than me any day. That’s sort of the way all girls view their big sisters.
Back to Making Stuff:
In 7th or 8th grade, the art class at Ivanhoe School got to do the coolest project in the world We glued tile pieces to a disc (a farming thing – this is Tulare County), then grouted it. I made the most beautiful green and blue butterfly pattern for my Grammy. (Wonder where that thing is now. . . it weighed a ton!)
A few years ago (feels like 5, so it must be closer to 15 years), I bought a couple of fabulous tiled stepping stones. Okay, I bought one, and my friend Judy bought the other one for me. (Hi JudyO!)
I had to, HAD TO, was terrifyingly compelled towards with a scary laser-like focus, MAKE THESE!!
After several very schlocky attempts, I found my groove. In fact, I went nutso. For awhile, I hauled these around to the various shows to supplement my other inventory. Sales were brisk for about 2 shows, and then Bam. Nothing. Now they are all over our property.
Leading into the studio
Under the archway
Leading to the herb garden
EVERYWHERE.
2 Comments
Boy are you confused, but thanks for the kind words. Glad I could raise the bar high for you to follow.
Older sister, I bet your closets are still neater and that you can still color better. 😎
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