Always room for art

Calvin Trillion wrote: "no matter how poor people are, there's always money for cigarettes and booze. Over the years I've had my own twist on that... always money for art. I can remember times when I didn't know where my mortgage payment was going to come from, and yet I still forked up the money to buy a piece of art. And it's never a peice that has to fit a decor, it's just something I fall in love with.

This was different. I had it in my mind to buy some art to fit my new "beach" living room decor. I had shopped the neptune show on friday and saturday, and nothing really popped out at me. Here I was ready to plop down some cash and I couldn't' find a thing to buy for the house.

Then a friend asked me to help fill out a table at a benefit auction downtown at "D'Art Center" And seeing as I was in the market for art, maybe I could make a purchase and do some good too. I bid on this one piece, it was really beautiful. Still not fulfilling the need I had, large, beach, bright colors, and happy. I decided I needed "happy" art. This piece was smaller, and had no beach theme at all.

As the bidding went up my desire for that piece went down, it was in budget, but earlier in the evening I had seen another piece that took my breath away. large, colorful, and at first glance, happy. If I was going to fork over some serious cash, I at least wanted some realestate to show for it. So, I stopped the bidding and went for the piece I had seen earlier. It was 4' x 3'. The size I needed, but it was horizontal, I was looking for that in vertical. However, once again, I gave no credence to my decorating needs and plunged in. I was in love, and there is no rationalizing with emotions.

And there it is. I know my picture doesn't do it justice, but it's wonderful. The colors are so vibrant. The light is wonderful, in person you can feel the light on the kids. And it has the edge I seem to like, conflict. No matter how hard I try, I can't buy happy art. Or something to fit over a sofa. This one is in the dining room, as it wouldn't even fit in the living room.

Well, it makes me happy. Now, let's hope some checks come in so I can pay my mortgage this month.

change, change, change

New hair....I'm short again. At least my hair is short again, I've always been short. No news there.

New paint colors for my new living room, say goodbye to the jewel tones, my house is now going to be tan and nutural. quite a different look. The painter comes tomorrow. So, I'm tearing my house apart to prep for him, I had no idea how much art work I have on the walls. Then by friday, I plan to have it all back together when Pete and Alexis arrive to visit, and sunday I'm having about 20 people over her for a baby shower.

I don't stress myself out too much, hu?

At least my hair will be easy to care for.

Hanna proved to be a piece of cake, minimal damage if any. I just have limbs all around the yard, and I was still able to keep my hair appointment. Then I sported my new look at the local watering hole's hurricane party. and even after two martini's my hair still looked good. Always a good test.

I'll send pics of the new walls. In the meantime, here's my new look. Took these myself, kind of hard to do, but it gives you a good idea.