1- An industrious week last week led to the completion of two projects. This Ukrainian egg is called, “Night of the Peacock”. It came out well, even though the color scheme wasn’t quite what I was going for. The thing with Ukrainian Egg Dyeing is you really don’t know what it is going to look like until you burn off the wax at the very end. You are either thrilled with what you have come up with, or disappointed that you just spent four hours on something that you may do nothing with. This one will be going in my Etsy shop this week.
2- I also completed a painting for my daughter and son-in-law. She wanted a copy of “The Scream” by Edvard Munch. So I bought some canvas and made her one as a house-warming present. Turns out that she has always loved that painting and I have to say that it is one of my favorites right along with Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh. Since I am a realist when it comes to painting, it is totally not my style. But I have to admit that it was a refreshing change. It came together quickly and is now hanging above their fireplace.
3- There are many theories on what Munch was trying to convey with “The Scream”. Some say that he suffered from Agoraphobia or fear of open spaces and this was his depiction of that fear. Some say that it was his depiction of the volcanic eruption of Krakatoa in 1883. Personally, I think he must have had teenagers in his house. I really think I’ve had that look on my face many times over that last ten years. Just saying.
4- And in a desperate attempt to not be bored while waiting on my husband to get off work the other day, I started knitting another pair of socks. The husband says that I could save myself a lot of trouble and just drive down to Wal-Mart where I can get a pack of five socks for $6.00. He doesn’t understand the concept of buying $20.00 worth of wool yarn and laboring for weeks with five tiny double pointed knitting needles. I’m fine with that. Some things he just may never understand. As long as he doesn’t cut off my yarn budget, I won’t leave my double points anywhere that he might sit down. Deal?
5- My husband and I have a date night every Friday night. This includes going to our favorite Italian restaurant and then to the mall to do some people watching. Our mall is pretty darn awesome where people-watching is concerned. This particular mall has a rule of no unescorted teens after 6:00 PM, so they have positioned mall cops all over the mall to enforce it. This is quite entertaining to us as oftentimes the teenagers give them a hard time. And after years of my own teenagers giving me a hard time, it is ridiculously fun to watch it happen to someone else. What can I say? I’m easily entertained.
6- Seems that the same two mall cops guard the section in front of Starbucks every Friday. We call them Andy and Barney. For those of you too young to understand the reference, I will pause while you google “The Andy Griffith Show”.
7- Got it? I was just a baby when this show was on, but I saw lots of re-runs. No really.
8- You see, Andy is cool, calm and collected. He nicely informs the teens of the rules and is quite good at calming down an irate situation. Barney on the other hand, is a tall very thin guy brimming with pent up energy. He bounces from one side of the walkway to the other and seems very put out that most of the “action” usually happens on Andy’s side. (And we are sure that Andy makes him keep his bullet in his pocket). The entertainment potential here is just awesome.
9- Anyway, we totally got a kick out of the fact that someone misspelled the word “security” on the hand-written sign that directs you to Andy and Barney’s office at the back of the mall. It read, “Mall Securty”.
10- I’m the first to admit that I’m a bit particular about some things. (My husband has other words for it). A misspelled word stands out to me like a neon sign. What brings this up is the large number of misspelled signs that we have noticed lately. We saw a sign for a “Hugh Yard Sale”, and one that read, “Fresh Peeches”. At a local restaurant, the dinner buffet had hand-written signs posted over the desserts. They had two different types of “coppler”. Seriously?
11- After chuckling over the spelling, my husband told me about a recent error he discovered at work. As Fleet Manager, he is required to look over repair orders and check for wrong part numbers before they become official. One mechanic was apparently trying to spell the word “pennies”. His repair order read, “Penis caught in the seatbelt. Had to remove penis”.
12- An incredibly painful procedure, I’m sure….
So, when you gonna finish this one?
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