Showing posts with label Victoria. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Victoria. Show all posts

Monday, April 8, 2013

G is for Garden Markers by Moi

I decided to power up my garden markers this year.  I got the idea on Pinterest.  And may I add an emphasis on idea because I looked at this picture:

And said... "Well, THERE'S an idea I can improve on."  Which is big of me to say.  Because although I've always considered myself smarter than most average and above average bears (bordering genius really).  And, considering I've always known I was burdened with good looks that challenged those of Helen of Troy. (Everyone thinks so.) And because I'm flat out funny (ProofMore proof Extended proof.)  That there makes up the tri-fecta.  I've never considered myself artsy.  That I left to my sisters.  Talent overfloweth.

"Birthday Flowers" by Victoria.
Hanging in my bathroom.

"Doug" by Victoria

"After" by Victoria

"Abstract" by Julia

"That's Amore" by Julia


Julia's got herself a fancy Etsy shop too! Bee tee dubya.  I've pretty much stuck to coloring books.  But this Pinterest pin sparked something within me.  So, while I didn't think I could really do all that well... I knew I had my other qualities to fall back on and I might as well give it a whirl.  And I had a vision in mind.  Well...
Watch out Julia!  and Victoria!  And Wassily Kandinsky!




Take THAT Georgia O'Keeffe.
My specialty is painting vegetables on rocks that I stole from The Pond and using them as garden markers.  Ka-freekin-boom!
Bit of a niche market, right Henri Matisse? A bit time consuming.  But... like my predecessors, van Gogh and Seurat... I'm just artsy enough to appreciate that.


Last year's A to Z: G is for Giant Baby.  Kole was a rocking11 pounds... it's been constantly one upped since.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

B is for Believe in Magic

When we were younger, my sister, Victoria, claimed she had magical powers.  She could do anything if everyone believed in her 100%.  If one person had one iota of doubt... her powers were diminished.  I can remember a Saturday when we were in charge of cleaning the garage.  (I think we had plans to make it into a rollerskating rink.)  We had completed and were left with a huge pile of dirt mixed with spiders in the middle of the garage. Victoria said she could make the pile disappear with her magical powers.  Rounds of "prove it" broke out.  Victoria closed her eyes, stretched out her hand, and the pile remained.  Someone didn't believe.  The magic wouldn't work.  Vicky assured us that one of us lacked belief.  Because her powers were real.
I was a believer then and I'm a believer now.
Victoria does have magical powers.

She travels, dances, judges food contests, paints.  She writes, runs in marathons, she has impeccable taste in .... gosh, everything.   Victoria is a force for good in her community.  People are drawn to her.
Like magic.
And it's taken me 28 years- but I think I've figured out her trick.
It doesn't matter if everyone or anyone believes she can do it.
Victoria believes she can do it.
So she can do anything.
Her magic lies within her because she knows who she is. 
When I listen to Victoria talk about her wife, her most recent publications, her latest favorite song... it's like an incantation. 
She pours her spell over me and suddenly, I feel magical too.
I'm excited about Hanson or organic farms in Allegheny County.  I care about things I had never heard of up until 5 minutes ago.  And not only that...
I feel like I can do anything and be good at it.

The key to Victoria's magic is confidence.

There is no need to be afraid of confidence.
Especially in yourself.  It isn't vain.  It isn't prideful.
It's comforting, inviting, and exciting.

If you don't feel like yourself...
Try new things until you find something that excites you.
Maybe it will be a musical instrument.
Or slam poetry.
Or taking walks.
Maybe you'll enjoy watching birds.
Watching movies.
Or crochet.
Eat foods you love and then try a dessert you've never had.
Visit a place you've never been.  And bring a book.
If you've tried something and don't feel comfortable.
Stop.
Try something else.
Look in your local paper for classes that are available.
Pottery, gardening, writing, parenting, photography, karate, sculpting, bonsai.

Once you find what delights you, stick with it.

You will feel like a burning version of yourself.
Alight and alive.

You'll feel magical.

Victoria.

So you know that I love me or in case you wanted to know a little more: Patters
Last year's A to Z: Barbies
B could also be for Big Bully