Scars are Tattoos with Better Stories

"Scars are tattoos with better stories."

- unknown

Triumphs, tragedies, and some of which we have no recollection.

"Scars Tell a Story"

This is an 9.5"x7.5" piece in my art journal. Prints available on request.

(Printed image will be slightly cropped for printing purposes.) 

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Jaz

I had a bit of an artistic block during this painting. It was on my easel for about two weeks. I stared at her many different times on different days and found myself walking away...until one day when it all seemed to start coming together. Love when that happens.

And a wonderful friend and fellow artist called her "Jaz" as I had reflected that I hadn't been feeling very jazzed during my block. Love that name dearly!

"Jaz"

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This painting is part of a year-long online art class (instructor Tamara LaPorte).

First Thing in the Morning

I had to wake the kid up the other day super, super early.  We were off to one of our monthly rocket launches.  I went into his room, gave him a little shake, brushed the side of his cheek, ruffled his flattened mohawk, and said, "Time to wake up, dude."

He crinkled his nose, shook off my touch, groaned just a bit, and said, "I don't like this formula."

Ya, I dunno either, but I'm assuming my mad little scientist was still deep in dreamland.

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Looking...not good

My sweet husband has been taking a photography class.  Each week he comes home with an assignment.  This week's was titled something like "change the lighting and perspective dramatically" or something like that.  But what it was in reality was "make your wife look her very worst"...yup.

Now the whole family posed.  We got to be the subject of an attractive photo and the subject of an, um, er, different perspective photo.  We all looked like ourselves in the former, but the latter, that was a different story.

Dave made himself look like he had a teeny, tiny head, but fine.

He made my big guy look like he had the longest eyelashes ever.

He made my little guy look spooky.

And me...he made me look like I'm dripping skin off of my neck. 


So, as I'll be in California for Halloween and I can't really take an elaborate costume in my carry on, I've decided that my costume is a super high lumens flashlight, strapped to my torso, aimed upward.  That's all I'll need to be super scary.

Boo!

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Officially "Vintage"

Spent a lovely day celebrating birthdays with my mom today.  We ate good grub and then we went shopping at a vintage store.  I went through rack after rack finding tons of amazing things that were way too high maintenance for little old me (i.e. required dry cleaning and/or ironing), but happily, I did find a few must-haves.  At one point we were chatting it up with one of the owners and she mentioned that they're getting stuff from the 80s and earlier because they are a "vintage" store, after all.

Um...80s, eh?  So the clothes I wore in high school are now considered "vintage"?  What?  And then I looked at my mom and thought, "No, clothes from when she was in high school are 'vintage'.  That's how it's always been."  But I kept my pursed "vintage" mouth shut and figured that, hey, I've got some stuff in my closet that's officially worth something.

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Not Going There Again

Took my boys shopping today because they needed shorts.  And me, well, I needed nothing.  But I looked anyway just in case I needed to be impulsive or anything like that.  And, by golly, I found the cutest T-shirt.  It wasn't with other shirts that looked like it, so somebody must've just set it there as an unwanted.  But I dug it.

I strolled around while I waited for my guys and I stumbled upon a pile of shirts just like the one I had on.  And, oh yay, it was on sale.  I held it close as I was already in love, my eyes tracked upward, and there was a mannequin wearing the very shirt I was holding.  A pregnant mannequin.

Oh...

And I delicately set the shirt down on the pile and walked away.  Nope, not going there again.

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Learning Things the Hard Way

Sometimes you learn things the hard way.  That's what happened today.

The thing is this.  (Big reveal - stick with me ladies, you know we all do it, right?)  When it starts getting cold out, shaving goes on a great big decline.  If I remember the term correctly from that class I took a million years ago, there's an inverse relationship between hair length and temperature when it comes to me.

Anyway, tonight it was rather lovely out and instead of putting my longer pants on to go run, I put on my capris.  And since I don't want to scare anyone, I thought, "Hey, I'll just do a quick shave of my legs below the knees...a dry quick shave.  Here's what I learned.  When you do a dry shave on already dry skin, you get an awful case of itchy, rashy-looking bumps...that only get worse when you then go run.

So my big lesson?  Hairy is sometimes less scary.

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