These little ring dishes were experiments in creating my own stamps for pottery. Each has a sea theme and something about Rhode Island. We are such a small state, I think it’s safe to say when you come to visit, it’s very easy to see it all. That’s why I find it so hard to write very specific towns on everything. From Providence, to Newport, Watch Hill and Narragansett. It’s all beautiful and an awesome place to play. So I will stick with my favorite saying -I love RI!
My poor family can tell you. I am a collector of junk.
My darling husband is forced to carry bags and bags of driftwood down the beach.
My children are mortified their mother is picking up beer cans and bottle caps off the street.
Oh yeah, I am sure I am a dream to live with :)
Well family – Ya see???
I’m using all the garbage I collected thank you very much!
I have found a way to apply all of my treasure-hunting into a perfect marriage with my other passion, pottery.
I’m a little nervous because I’ve never shown anything like this to the world yet. I am crossing my fingers that people find them as fun as I did collecting and constructing them!
My notecards have arrived just in time for The Narragansett Art Festival.
They feature my crude attempt at haiku and a lot of my favorite things about where I live.
They also look super cute framed!
My neighbors have been having a series of yard sales for the past few weekends. At the end of each sale they have been leaving all the items they no longer want to deal with on the curbside.
You know I can’t help myself right?
Rummaging… free stuff… I just can’t resist poking around a little… or a lot ;)
I knew I couldn’t bring all this treasure into my house. One my husband would kill me and two it would force me to have to have my own yard sale and I don’t want to go there! So I decided I would hide all of my favorite finds around the yard. I wanted to keep it subtle, but if you looked behind a bush or in a planter, you might find something that would make you smile. It’s sort of like a yard scavenger hunt. What can you find when you walk through my gardens? Oh my, I have been having way too much fun!
Ok. so I’ve been trying to be all “artsy”. I know, I know… stop already!
Now my husband has a terrible sense of humor. It’s what I love about him most. So he sees me fluttering around the yard making all of these vignettes and apparently he felt so inspired, he too must have wanted to get in on the action.
I hear my neighbor yell across the street “I love your Garfield!”. I don’t know what she’s talking about. I smile and it goes in one ear and out the other. A couple hours later, I’m out in the street and I see it.
Neon Orange Garfield.
Laugh out loud. Now I have my husband and Garfield (stuck 10 feet up in a tree ) to remind myself to not take myself so seriously!
Ha. I love it!
Two more South County, RI notecards.
My daughter just looked over my shoulder and told me the seagull haiku above has only six syllables instead of seven in it’s center verse.
Oh great. Just terrific! I’m glad I sent them all out to print a week ago!
I sure hope there are no poets or English majors hanging out on the sea wall this summer!
This is one of my personal favorite places. I don’t take for granted just how “New England” the port of Galilee in Narragansett is.
Even if I’ve been there a hundred times, watching the fisherman load and unload the fishing boats is magical. It’s one of those professions that hasn’t changed much in a century. When my kids were babies I’d take them to wave at the boats and feed the seagulls. I can’t tell you how many hours we passed this way.
OK. Drumroll please…..
This is the haiku poem I wrote in the third grade!!! Thank you to my teacher Mrs. Mylnar for introducing me to the awesomest form of poetry ever!!!
Now think about this. When I was 9 yrs old I lived on a dead-end road out in the middle of country. I find it so cool that I have this poem as a personal piece of history to actually reflect on what I was thinking about in the third grade.
Where the green grass grows
and the hot sand burns your toes
That’s where I live best
My inner third-grader wanted to live by the beach and guess what???
Thirty years later I -I –I live by the beach! There you go -the power of manifestation. magic. poof. The universe is too cool.
So this silly little poem is what prompted me to write haiku poems in the middle of the night. Alas none of them could ever be as good as the one from 3rd grade. Mic drop. I should have quit while I was ahead :)
This will be in the beach line of notecards for summer 2017.
I’ve been creating touristy notecards to sell by the beach this summer. They represent some of my favorite experiences in South County where I live. Brickley’s Ice Cream is a MUST. Especially for us locals. It’s where you go after a ball game, to celebrate a school achievement, after the beach, after dinner…you catch my drift?
There’s always a long line. The ice cream is that good. The fun thing is, the whole town is in the line so it’s the place to be! We hug, chat, catch up and all the kids get to run around with their friends eating ice cream.
Really, does it get any better than that?
Oh, one more thing. Remember I mentioned not being able to sleep at 3am and writing over 20 haiku poems before finally going back to sleep that night??? There’s a little haiku homage to Brickley’s at the bottom of this card. I have to admit I thought my haikus were prolific that night. It may have been a little bit of delirium. So, if there are any skillful word-sters out there who would like to improve on my poems, I’d welcome the input!