Saturday, 17 September 2016
Saturday this and that . . .
This is a picture I took of me the other day fooling around with my phone. I am so not a selfie kind of person, or a trout pout lady either. Kissie kissie is just not me! It's so affected and I was just joking around, but I thought I would share it with you anyways, because it is rather funny I thought. I wouldn't mind actually having fatter lips instead of my usual thin lips.
My lips have always been thin. I look like my dad. My sister has fuller lips, like my mom. Sigh . . .
The thin lips are fully evident in this one I did without my glasses a couple of days ago. I don't think I will ever get this selfie business. I always seem to get it wrong. I am like that kid who looks all cheesy when you say smile for the camera. It always seems to look "affected" to me. I don't ever think I look natural!
I have never really liked having my photograph taken and I am not sure why that is. I have very, very few photos of me with the children. I was always the photo taker.
I think my hair is almost at the point now where I want to go and have it dyed another colour. Like Granny Grey perhaps.
I quite like Granny Grey, perhaps with one pink streak somewhere. We'll see.
Earlier this week we watched a couple of programs on the terrorist attacks which happened on 9/11/2001. I think it is important to watch these things and to never forget what happened. My heart broke all over again at the utter evil that perpetrated these terrible acts and I cried. Our whole world changed on that day . . . We have all had to live in a state of high alert ever since. The total loss of life on 9/11 was close to 3,000 and would have been even higher had they not managed to ground all of the flights when they did. I don't know how many have lost their lives to these acts of cowardice in the intervening years, but it is quite a few . . . and it makes me sad to think about the type of people who do things like this. It is evil, pure evil. If my heart breaks over there things, how much more does God's heart break . . .
My eye feels a LOT better this morning than it did yesterday. I woke up feeling like I had something in my eye yesterday morning and I rubbed it and it just kept feeling worse and worse. I could hardly keep it open. I ended up going back to bed and keeping it closed for about an hour and a half and whilst it wasn't totally 100% when I did get up again, it was a lot better. Todd went and got me some drops for it at the Chemist. Why is it so hard to put drops in your eye?? I have such a hard time and then when Todd tried, I kept jumping. Not sure how many drops actually got INTO my eye, but we did try.
And it was my bad eye, which I suppose is much better than it being my good eye!
Great news! Lura's husband John has had his CT Scan and his leukemia is in the beginning stages. So no red flags yet, and no treatments yet. He will be closely monitored, but God willing it will progress very slowly. Keep those prayers coming! Prayer can work miracles. I truly believe that.
My oldest son loves my art. I had done a hare picture a number of years back, just a tiny one. He recently sent me some art stuff as a gift and I felt inspired to do another hare, inspired by his faith in me. This is the one I did. I did it from a photo I saw of a hare, which I can't find now to show you. Nevermind . . . it doesn't matter. I really struggle with this type of painting. I am very much a person who likes to dot her "i's" and cross her "t's." Being loose doesn't come easily to me. I am a fiddler and a perfectionist when it comes to my work. But I have forced myself to leave this alone and I like it more each day I look at it.
Watercolour . . . I may have to practice this style more and more.
Growth is about stretching.
This is another one I did the other day. Just a wee girl. I heard that saying and it stuck with me and I thought I would like to do a picture based on it and this is what came out. Oddly enough the original has already sold and is going to a friend in Louisiana who likes witches.
I hope she is happy with this one. I am always on pins and needles until the person who buys my work actually has it in hand . . . I am not sure why, but I always worry that they won't be happy with it once they receive it. That's the worry -wart in me coming out.
And I have calendars. I crossed my fingers and had ten calendars printed which contain (aside from the cover) 12 different pieces of my art. All of those scenic ones you saw me doing, with the little girls and different things, shelling peas, blackberry picking etc.
The car bumper with its coat of primer. I am not sure why I forgot to take a photo of it with its final coat of turquoise/green paint. Todd did ever such a great job of it. The original was red with black rubber. Todd spray painted it with car paint to match the car and you can't tell the difference. It looks like new. It was hard to find a replacement bumper to replace the one which got ripped off, but we did eventually. It had to come all the way from Manchester. We were so grateful to find one. The older a car is, the more difficult it is to find parts. Our car is 19 years old, but it only cost 10p so we don't complain, and it has relatively low mileage as well. The first owner was a little old lady and the second owner a middle aged lady, and now it is owned by a couple of grey hairs, lol. One of God's blessings is this car. And we are grateful for it.
And now you are all caught up with what's been going on in Casa de Rayner this week and so I will leave you with a thought for today . . .
Rock bottom has built
In the English Kitchen today . . . Chocolate Fondant Cakes. To. Die. For.
I hope you have a great Saturday. I pray for each of you every day. You are all very special to me. Please know that . . .
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And I do too!