F is for Fed-up with Frustrating Facebook/LoTD blog links ...

This is a test -- to see if a new post shows up on Facebook. 

It would be lovely to write in my blog  for a more select few...

It would also be lovely to print it ... on paper. ?!

F is for FINI.

Last Wednesday C turned over the business to the general manager, who was chomping at the bit to be known as "Mr. President." Often feelings of respect, and the lack of it, are reciprocal. A deal was struck and we are now 100% outta there. There is some financial baggage (less than what it could have been) and there is (a lot) of physical baggage. 14 years of work, collecting, saving, creating, receiving is difficult for one house to digest.

My feelings are torn between elation that we are out of there, dismay over the state of our affairs (Our house is not a house of order at the moment. Grrr. And it was so close!!! My studio! Sniffle sniffle.). I am happy that I personally am not responsible for anyone else's poor financial judgments and arrogantly hoping the future of the company continues on its grim path. Quotes, scriptures and sayings about pride, revenge, the natural man race through my thoughts. Not knowing who reads this blog, I need to leave it at that.

While thinking about all of this I was struck with the fact that a "natural man" is a very different thing from a "natural woman." Hmmm.

R is for RELENTLESS.

Lately, well for the last several months, my schedule has been back to back BIG things. The paint, inside, outside, furniture, start of school, Halloween, church calling substitution (PRIMARY MUSIC!!! I get to do music all three hours. :) That's ducky with me but I've gotta put in the time to do fine.), bathroom remuddling, Thanksgiving. Anyway, I can hear C yelling for everyone to get moving, I've got to too, but I wanted to post about the BEEHIVE BAZAAR. That is my recent relentless task for this week. I've also got something up my sleeves, and about my house for a certain very special birthday girl...

I've been busy glazing odd do-dads and firing the kiln. Looking forward to working on that today. I'm going to try and be disciplined. For me the real "F" word is FOCUS.

F is Monday's FASHION extra.

My pal Julie posts about Fashion in NYC on Mondays. Taking a page out of her book, so to speak, this post is dedicated to her.

I took this at CCA -- didn't know whose derrière I was admiring. Turns out it is Arthur Gonzalez's. Later C and I went to a lecture and he made a comment about the medium, whether paint or clay or this or that needs to fit the intent of the artist, not the limitations of the medium's history. Really enjoyed seeing his assignments posted about the clay studio and talking with him, and his fashion sense!

F is for Fashion.

S and I like to talk about prom dresses. I only went to one prom in high school. It was pretty laughable. I was a sophomore, he was a junior. He was pimply and although the quarterback he was not at all cute to me, but I thought it was cool to be asked. A strap on my homemade dress fell apart; I just couldn't slow dance with him. WHy did I think we needed to make the dress? Even recently my mother mentioned that unfortunate dress; she hasn't sewed since.

The next year I transfered to Urban in SF and was spared anymore all-American fun. Oh drat. Now I realize that I did miss the sports teams and especially being on them. Anyway, if S choses to go to a prom I intend to support her enthusiasm. While in SF I went to the Marc Jacobs store on Fillmore St. Bought her a WHERE'S THE OUTRAGE? shirt. She loves it. The sales woman told me that tight shirts aren't so in anymore, which I told S. "The Marc Jacobs lady said..." That made the size medium shirt much more hip. And, WHERE IS THE OUTRAGE?! anyway-- a topic for another day.

Back to the prom dress. I called S and told her that instead of buying one of the dorky pastel (or safety orange?!) tight satin, cap-sleeved, tasteless dresses that everyone here wears I will by her a funky Marc Jacobs dress that she can wear to parties after she graduates and moves to SF or NYC. Or at least love the night she is wearing it. She mentioned that she hasn't been invited to any parties in NYC yet.

The above dress is made of tequila wrappers and lime rinds. Found it at sfgate.com The designer is having a blast. Earlier M asked what I was looking at. She said she likes that dress for grandma. I do too! The pink dress below is similar to the MJ dress -- fun. MJs' was pleated gray layers, with odd short, triangular sleeves. Short length, great with festive leggings or shorts underneath for actual dancing! The truly hip folks dance. These roses are so fun and feminine!

F is for FLOR.

Ordered FLOR tiles for the hallway outside the studio, past the library and into the entry way. No more sliding area rugs! Eventually carpet tiles will spread through the entryway, down another hall and into the family room. Reminds me of a B horror movie, The Carpet Tiles that Took Over the HOUSE!!! Good thing we already have the action figures.

F is for Felt, as in Bicycles

Marcie came for a visit on her new bike

F is for Friend. Ahhhh.

On Monday I made a new friend. For now she is nameless, have any suggestions?

K says, "Jibbly! Jibbly! Jibbly! Creepy--that is not MY friend."

J says, "I hate it. It creeps me out!"

Interstate Ceramics is closing and selling all of their porcelain dolls, and everything else too! I found her on Saturday and thought my sister-in-law, a Halloween enthusiast, would like her. Then I realized I like her. And such a great deal! On Monday I thought if she hadn't sold she was mine. There she was, waiting.

Those eyes, those hands, that face, those socks and boots, those teeth! The long flowing hair and elegant clothes are great accents. Ski fans, doesn't she have nice form?

I think I should prop her up outside the children's bed rooms, reminding them to STAY IN BED!