2015 New Mexico Arts And Crafts Fair Begins Today

Hey, Happy Readers, I've been missing in action on the blog lately because I have been busy getting ready for the 2015 New Mexico Arts and Crafts Fair. It begins today so if you are in the Albuquerque area this weekend stop by and say hello. Booth at the 2015 New Mexico Arts and Crafts Fair I spent yesterday setting up my booth and I was impressed by the amazing work going up around me. There are some seriously talented artists in New Mexico. I wish I had more time to wonder around and visit each booth. I wish I was independently wealthy too because I want to buy everything. Just from my booth alone I could see a fiber artists selling gorgeous sweaters, amazingly tiny oil pastel paintings that I went gaga over, Raku fired clay clocks (mind blown), and right next to me are these fascinating sculptures that I thought were clay, but are actually made with paper (I'm in awe). I'm enjoying the creative vibe. It's contagious! I was worried about having enough paintings for the show, but I actually had more than I could display. I'm learning about how to set up a booth and what kind of booth I have. I was a little worried that my booth might be over the top and flashy next to my fellow artists. The creative people surrounding me have more minimal sophisticated displays than I do. It's really interesting to see … Continue Reading ››

My Kid Needs A Job In Sales

I've been feeling under the weather so my husband decided to get up with our daughter this morning and let me get some extra sleep. I was snoozing away when something woke me up: A small shuffle, odd breathing in my ear, the sense that someone was standing over me.
It Was a Hazy Day 4x6 alcohol ink painting by Lillian Connelly on photo paper.
It Was a Hazy Day 4x6 alcohol ink painting by Lillian Connelly on photo paper.
I opened my eyes to see my daughter smiling inches from my face. "Hi mom!" she smiled, "You forgot this." She handed me my cell phone. In confusion I looked at it to see if someone had called. She smiled knowingly, took my phone out of my hand and set it on my night stand. "Mom," she whispered, "You better get up. Dad made you coffee AND breakfast. It's sitting out waiting for you." I was still half asleep and groggy from the pressure in my ears, the sore throat, and the post nasal drip. I stared at her not speaking. "You better get up, Mom," she said in a very conspiratorial tone. I sat up and got my bearings. I shuffled to the bathroom. She was chatting away behind me, "Your breakfast is getting cold. Hurry up. Dad made it. He made coffee. The coffee is extra healthy coffee. It's just for you. It's all for you. It's waiting for you. Dad made it … Continue Reading ››

Art Gives Me An Excuse For Solitude

My friend shared a post on Facebook about people with anxiety and one of the things the author talked about was having a "people hangover" and I couldn't stop nodding. A people hangover is when you have used up all of your energy being with other people and so you feel drained, tired, and desperate for some time alone. I think this applies to introverts just as much as people suffering from anxiety. I know it applies to me. We spent 10 days driving to California, visiting family, and driving back. I didn't get much solitude. The hotel rooms were small and with three people we were pretty much on top of each other. Hiding in the bathroom was not an option, although I made some attempts. Then we were non-stop visiting people (people we love dearly) and don't even get me started on the driving. Three people in the car for three days straight (both ways) is a lot of togetherness. By the middle of the trip I was drained and by the end just plain exhausted. I need solitude and alone time and quiet and space. That is hard for other people to understand or to not be insulted by.  When you sneak off to be by yourself people take it personally sometimes. They just don't understand the need for solitude. Art often gives me a way to be alone in a socially acceptable manner. I can say, "I have to work … Continue Reading ››

Selfies Are Easy When You Are Five

My daughter can take a selfie much better than I can. The other day I picked up my phone and had 25 new photos of her that I did not take. She took them all by herself with her itty bitty hands. She didn't even need a selfie stick.
The Selfie Master
The Selfie Master
She has no fear, no shame, no concern for food in her teeth or wrinkles around her eyes. She doesn't care about her hair or her eyebrows or even if she gets her entire face in the shot. She only cares about being awesome so she is awesome. Totally. Once again my technology skills have been minimized by a child who cannot even write her own name. I'm dreading the day she changes all of my ringtones and reconfigures my text messages in ways I cannot even begin to fathom. I thought I was so hip with my blog and social media prowess and now I just feel like a technological dinosaur. My daughter is the Apple Watch and I am Atari. She is fearless and confident and I am cautious and more cautious with extra caution. She looks gorgeous without even trying and I need a visit by a cosmetic genius and an old-lady lighting crew (the kind that makes you look like you are in a permanent movie dream sequence). Phew, this being a grown up thing is getting harder and harder. I'm starting to truly hate … Continue Reading ››

I Could Be The Next Mr. Bean

Ever have a moment where you just know you could have been a British comedy star if only you had  been born in the right country? Well, I am pretty sure I could be the next "Mr. Bean" if given the chance. I can do slapstick and goofy faces like nobody's business. Especially on the days I let my chickens roam the yard like the winged free spirits they are!
I Could Be The Next Mr. Bean.
Excuse me, but I'd like to make a reservation for your Rose Bush restaurant...
We keep our chickens in a big fenced in area with plants and rocks and trees. They live the good life, protected from coyotes and dangers in the wild. Their food just magically appears and water is aplenty. Even though they are totally spoiled, with daily fresh fruits and vegetables and bugs galore, I still feel sorry for them because I know they want to run around the forbidden part of my yard chasing the dogs and nibbling on my flowers, so once in a while I let them out and they do go a little crazy. It's all fun and games until they get too close to my tomato plants and I have to put them back into their fenced-in luxury mansion with extensive grounds and property. That's when all the trouble begins. The worst part? They actually want to go in, but just can't figure how to do it. [caption id="attachment_6735" … Continue Reading ››

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