I don't feel much like posting today, but I am tired of looking at the previous posts, and she is napping on my lap right now. So here are two challenges that are floating around (and I'm flouting blog etiquette by not linking to the blogs because I don't have a lot of time this morning and because most of you know of each other anyway):
Seen at Beanie Baby, who got it from Mystery Mommy.
1. Go into your archive.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
I don't care much for the fifth sentence, and don't like the "or closest to" part of this challenge, because that's wishy-washy. So here's the link. I like the whole post.
For the record, this is from way back when - when I just posted because I had a sleeping baby on my lap that felt like a warm blanket I never wanted to crawl out from under and thankfully there was the whole world on a screen in front of me. It's not much different now, except that instead of resounding echoes, I hear little voices and see tiny figures waving back, and my back hurts more.
Here is a picture that I love from within a day or two of that post (the one I have from that day exactly has her playing with Beauty's chewed-up rubber rat and an empty beer box. I don't really want to share that one, because we look trashy enough most of the time.):
It makes my heart ooze into a puddle of something not unlike all the melted chocolate chips in a freshly baked perfectly crispy yet chewy cookie that's the size of Texas.
There's one. And because I couldn't resist, and thought about this one all night:
From Postcards From The Mothership, via A Peek Inside The Fishbowl (Nancy over at Blog Pourri did a great job with this one too!):
"about how we all have those little somethings in our houses that we love - things that give you a little ping of joy when you look at them."
Now, I've shown a few of my weird things that I find likeable before here:
But, hidden amongst the bizarre and twisted objects are the things people might think are really nice if they were in a grown-up's house with real furniture and neutral paint colours:
This is a bowl/vase thingy I've had for a dozen or more years. I love Sascha Brastoff's pottery, and this is a fine piece. It's as thin as porcelain, a complex shape to throw, and the glaze is lovely. It's a night time city scene, and I sometimes like to imagine that it is a world within a world, and that I might get to visit it some day. I would like more of his pieces, but I don’t really need to own them at this time. This piece is very satisfying.
And this tryptic by Kris Knight is something I'm very fond of. It's in our bedroom, although the three paintings are not hung together. They are wonderful things to lay eyes on as the last things I see at night or the first things I see in the morning. That is, when there isn't a sweaty-headed toddler curled into my side.
The paintings were hanging at the Cameron. I saw them during one of the then regularly occuring matinees with the Backstabbers, which were a big part of our pre-baby life. Because I'd had a few beers and maybe a bourbon or three, I spent a lot of time on that dingy Sunday afternoon watching "doe" morph into different things. What I kept seeing was a small child in a hooded cape, with a red scarf around its neck. Steve thought it looked like a tied up bag or sack. It never occurred to me that it was a dress, and I never thought about the title, or it in conjunction with the other pictures, because I'd only focused on how a simple line drawing could appear to be so many different things. I couldn't shut up about it, perhaps due to the Cameron's Auburn Ale. I received it for Christmas, and it so happened to be the Christmas just before we decided to pull the goalie and see if we'd have a baby.
For the following Valentine's day, which was is also an anniversary for us (the first kiss after a few dates one), I received the other two components. Now it made sense, but I still like "doe" best and I still see that child:
The funny thing is, when we first hung it, I put "buck" and "doe" on the wall near my side of the bed, and "faun" hanging on the chimney on Steve's side. When I got pregnant, I kept "doe" and "faun" on my side, and "buck" on Steve's. Now they're back to the original positions.
Other things I love? I have a very few pieces of jewellery that make me feel great when I'm wearing them. My wedding band is a treasure, and I feel joy every time I look at it. I love my home and family, and have filled it full of objects that I'd miss if they were gone. But when I look at the bits of photography and art that others have put so much of themselves into, I am inspired to think that one day I may leave behind a creation of my own that might give some frisson of joy to someone when they behold it.
In case I don't, I've helped to create a beautiful human being who might do so in my stead.