When The Girls Go South

I’ve been spending time playing with paint, paper and scissors which will play hell with my upcoming deadline. Because Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest aren’t big enough Time Sucks in my life.

So before I throw myself into a Writing on Deadline Frenzy, here’s what I’ve been working on. It was inspired by a column about the not-so-subtle body changes that occur for women at midlife.

It’s really starting to piss me off.

Like the day you no longer need Victoria’s Sexy Secret Embrace Bra. Because when the girls start their trek to your personal southern hemisphere, you’ll need Victoria’s new Mid-Life Bra, sporting secret dual hydraulic jacks. And sadly, you’ll never be able to pull off that Madonna bra again.

Coming Clean

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As my mother and I watched TV one night in the early 70s, I never suspected that the Flip Wilson Show would change my life. As we tuned in and adjusted the foil-covered rabbit ears, the fuzzy image on screen became clear. It was Helen Reddy belting out I Am Woman, the anthem that encouraged a newly empowered generation of females to roar. My mother watched, transfixed. When Helen stopped singing, my mother stood up and let out a barbaric yawp of her own. “I’m going to college,” she announced and left the room presumably to burn a bra before matriculating.

Watching mom navigate being a full-time student while also being a full-time parent and wife, I learned a lot of things. I learned how to entertain myself when she dragged me to her classes because the babysitter bailed. I learned that in the name of time management you have to set priorities. Given all she had to do, it’s no surprise that teaching me how to clean was never very high on mom’s to-do list. Thus began my blissful oblivion to dirt. [Read more…]

And Now For Something Completely Different

Today I’m joining the fun over at Mama Kat’s with her writing prompts.

Mama's Losin' It

I couldn’t resist the Craft Time prompt, since it’s what I’d like to do more of but for some reason (read: my kids suck the life force out of me) I don’t. But, as Julie Andrews sings, these are a few of my favorite [craft] things. Okay, she didn’t exactly sing it that way, but she just might have if she liked to cut and paste paper like a first-grader and play with her sewing machine (alright, the first-grader part may not be the best idea here).

I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve engaged in A Little Fabrication when it comes to my obsessions in the material world. I’ve paid homage to my time (and every other woman for that matter) who has ever lived through the juggling act of being a working (outside the home) mom. But sewing, it seems, takes me forever. So I wanted to play with some new toys and actually finish something in this lifetime.

That’s where the cut and paste comes in.

And paint.

And all manner of kindergarten type materials.

So I wanted to see what happened if I put together some pages from old books, paint, gel pens, stamps and junk mail to make a Valentine’s Day project. Here’s what I got.

It’s not Hallmark, but I like it anyway.
I had so much fun, I decided to do something for The Husband’s birthday with the same materials.

 

I couldn’t stop. So I made this which included some cool old flashcard pieces I had and part of an old family picture. (copied, of course, I’m not that stupid).

The old familyphoto, uh, that would be me.

Keeping them at a managable 2 1/2 x 3 1/2 size, I can finish them in an afternoon. Because these days I’m all about the instant gratification.

 

A Woman’s Work is Never Done

 

This rather sums it up, don’t you think?
I made this quilt for the juried exhibition called “Quilts That Tell a Story” at the Museum of the Rockies. It sometimes feels like if you take your eye off the ball in this juggling act called being a mom, wife and working woman – it will all hit the ground.
No wonder I’m tired.

 

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