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To oblivion and beyond.

As Buzz would say.

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O.K. so he wouldn’t, but he could have, and with a little make up he def could look the spitting image of Tom. No?

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O.K. maybe a lot of make up, but they have the same eyebrows.

Bottom line, it was better than Olympus has Fallen, but we left with more questions than made sense. Half way through it took on a bit of a, what?, theme, but Tom wasn’t so bad to look at I suppose, so all wasn’t that lost. Looking forward to Star Trek and the Great Gatsby now.

Spent yesterday, before the movies, glazing plates. I really am already disappointed with the outcome and they’re not in the kiln yet.

Oh yes, they look alright now.

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But lets just wait and see what 1800 + F does for them.

I’m not holding my breath.

The photos are a bit dull, I’ll try to replace them later with better ones. Off to the farmers market now. I’ve got to get my health back on ;)

 


Life as I know it.

Last night Robert Downey Jr. looked away from me with abject disdain because I failed my history exam. He was my professor, I was at university, and, for the second year in five, I had flunked my exams because I hadn’t been to class, read the books, written the essays, etc. etc. etc. Same old, it’s too late to fix it, scenario.

And that, people, is what watching the Iron Man 3 trailer can do to a fragile mind

You have been cautioned. Watch at your own peril.

So we went to see a movie, and as no one could make up their mind between – aliens, bank robberies, terrorist or the tried and true psychological thriller, we let P decide, and terrorists it was (see here). (I would have gone with the psychological thriller, but that’s just me). I enjoyed it insofar as it satisfied my need to beat the c*^p out of something, but really, the whole time I was in the cinema I felt really anxious. Was the guy sitting next to me – the one with the creepy, fired up body language – going to get out his gun and shoot us all. I’d be the first to go of course, and I still have to fold the laundry – so unfair. Because that happens now, and when we go to see these movies that get us all riled up and defensive I really believe it changes us. Even I don’t want to buy a Kia now because we have to shun Korea (O.K. so Kia is South Korean, not North but you get the point). Just in case you didn’t, the point is – what’s that about! It’s not cool is what it is, and it’s not the someone I want to be, but it creeps up and gets us, and before we know it we’re those people we don’t understand. You know, the ones full of hatred and fear and anger.

And then there’s the, let’s get a quick laugh in, lame jokes while our heroes are standing over the wasteland of (their own) dead people. I don’t know, but to me that just seems to make a mockery of – well, humanity really.

I don’t usually feel this way. I enjoy a good, beat ’em up, action movie as much as the next person, but I did wonder if we wouldn’t benefit a little more from watching a multicultural drama that perhaps showed more of our traditions and way of life so that we could better understand each other rather than the same old, us and them, storyline. The world’s a pretty interesting place after all.

Perhaps I’m just getting old. Man! Just another thing to add to my Monday woes …

O.K. shake it off people. Time to lighten up.

Update on the painting.

Old one finished.

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O.K. now that I’m looking at it here – what are those love hearts doing? They need to get out of there quick before I go over to the other side completely, and those two houses down bottom. Hideous.

Did I ever mention I have trouble finishing anything? Or liking it come to that.

Here’s one waiting for its next step.

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Let’s see how long it takes to ruin this one.

And here’s that one I started a couple of days ago.

It’s kind of in its, naaah, stage. Like – what exactly was you aiming for with this one?

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And here, we have the beginnings of a new one.

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Is it time to throw away the brushes again, is my question.

So, today I am going to clean all my jewelry in preparation for the upcoming art festival.

How ’bout you?

P.S.

Strange how sometimes something pops up when you’ve just finished writing your, moping about wallowing in the negative, blog post that’s just the ticket.

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I’m reading …

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Because I have to.

The first sentence that made me feel as though perhaps this wasn’t going to be as tedious a task as when I first attempted to read it, waaaay back in school, was:

“If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him …”

Really that’s only part of the sentence, but you’ve got to love that word – gorgeous? There’s something, I don’t know what, about it when used here, by a man, toward a man. It smacks of jealousy to my mind, or contempt. Perhaps admiration, but I don’t think so. He’s probably merely sharing an observation, but what a great introduction to this man. I know immediately that I don’t want to like him, but probably will because he’s going to be all charismatic and charming, and we’re going to fall into his trap …

Either that, or I’m way off base and, as usual, am living in my own little made up world of what I think things should mean.

It reminds me a little of the way Patricia Highsmith writes about Ripley. Now, there’s a creepy fellow …

Anyway, I’m reading it because I can’t go to see the movie until I have, and the movie doesn’t look as dreary as the book seemed to be when I was a kid.

In the rest of the news: I spent yesterday painting. Sounds good fun but it ended badly. Going out there in a minute to throw all my brushes away.

How about you?


That boy did a fine job …

The Union Jack pattern has arrived!

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I haven’t forgotten about the quilt I was working on before Christmas – or the five hundred and sixty three others that are waiting patiently for me to finish.

If you remember, this is where I left it. On the floor, alone, wondering when I would return … if I would return …

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But now the Union Jack is here.

Will there be war between the two quilts? Somehow I think the Empire might well win …

Talking of the Empire, (for which I have regret and apologize profusely),

 on to the movie.

It was good, but not as good as I thought it would be. To be honest though I didn’t know what I expected. I think the hype got the better of it for me.

That said, someone please explain to me why that boy didn’t even get a nomination for his role?

He was brilliant in my opinion, and not bad to look at either, but I wont say that as that would make me want to be 19 again and I just couldn’t go through all that teenage angst again. Once was more than enough for me thank you very much.

I loved the book. One of my favourites. I found it shocking and heart wrenching, and thought-provoking – and, I love to think and be shocked, it makes you sit up and take notice in a, more often than not, mundane existence.

I read it a long time ago and had forgotten about the violence. I hate watching all that lion chasing gazelle David Attenborough stuff and get upset when it comes on the t.v. so the parts in the movie that touched upon that almost made me regret watching it. I had to look away a few times, but I got over it, and am pleased that I did.

I seem to have a love affair with all things Indian. I think it began with, A Passage to India, and continued from there. For some reason, everything I have ever watched or read that is Indian in nature touches me. For me there is something magical about their culture, their myths, their art. Perhaps it’s their spirituality, what ever it is I somehow have always felt a connection.

Who knows, perhaps I was Indian in another life.

So, if you were to ask my opinion, I would probably say the movie was certainly good, but read the book if you only have one option.

Although that boy did a fine job …


Now, where were we?

Back to jewelry.

I’ve been making a few things.

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Sterling silver and Chinese Hemimorphite Druzy

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Sterling Silver, Lucin Utah Variscite, Blue Opals and Thai Silver Beads.

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Sterling Silver, Tiger Eyes, Lapis, Raw Rubies and Wooden Beads.

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Copper, Tiger Eyes, Raw Rubies, Wooden beads.

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Sterling Silver and Green Opals.

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Copper, Green Turquoise, Blue Turquoise and Mystic Aura Quartz.

Click on photos to see examples of stones used.

I decided to go a bit bohemian with the last one, but I’m not sure I like it.

I’ve not been in the studio today as I’ve been out and about this morning and decided that I just have to go to see Life of Pi this afternoon before it leaves the cinema without me.

N and I are off in a few minutes. I loved the book, I’m guessing the movie will be good according to the reviews, and Ang Lee is just so cute, isn’t he? He seems like a nice man.

Tomorrow I’m thinking of rearranging the studio. Moving everything around. Touching stuff, throwing out stuff and generally cleaning it all up.

Big job. Not sure if I’m completely up to it.

We’ll see.


Try a little tenderness why don’t you.

Me: I don’t feel well.

Siri: OK, you don’t then.

She didn’t even say it with love.

All I needed was a little bit of tenderness.

Maybe she should try it some time.

Do yourself a favour Siri, watch The Commitments. You wont regret it.


Modigliani, James Bond, and, giant apes.

Modigliani is one of my favourite artists.

I have quite a lot of favourite artists, but, his work gets me every time.

I have a huge poster of one of his paintings in my quilt room, and, now this is my phone wallpaper.

Makes me want to use my phone all of the time.

Do I have enough minutes?

Man, I need to check.

Did you know that his, I don’t think she was his wife, threw herself out of the window after his death. She was nine months pregnant.

You should watch the movie.

It’s full of bits like that.

It was nice to have B back for Thanksgiving, she seems to have recovered nicely from her accident.

She’ll drive back to Austin today in our nice BIG land cruiser which, hopefully, will come back to us in one piece as she waits to get herself a new car.

But, before that.

Bond, James Bond is calling us.

I have to wait until a movie’s been out for a few weeks before I go as I can’t stand the idea that if I don’t get there early enough I might have to sit too close to the screen. Remember the days when that was the thing? The closer the better. The last time I had to sit way in the front was when we went to see Congo (I know, don’t ask), and, aside from the neck ache, the Indian meal we had eaten prior to the movies just didn’t seem to sit well, what with the huge decapitated head rolling towards me and almost landing in my lap. It was touch and go, I’ll tell you. I kept having to check out the distance to the nearest restroom – just in case.

No, it’s the back of the cinema for me thank you very much.

Also, one of the many benefits of waiting to see a movie is that the likely hood of sitting right next to the woman chomping down on her mountain of popcorn is reduced to one in ten thousand.

King George was already having trouble with his speech. I could hardly stand it.

And, don’t get me going on germs.

Have these people not seen Outbreak?

Ebola is the last thing I need before Christmas!

So, B’s off later this afternoon. James will hopefully save the world – again. And, as for me, it’s back to the quilt.

Much safer considering.


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