I have mentioned once or twice, to one or two people, that I started and then abandoned some blogs in the past. I thought I might share them with you. I'm not sure if I will regret that but what the heck. For the most part, as far as I know, these blogs are sort of lost to me. Mangotangerine I just stopped. It's an abandoned ship rusting in the bay and I get an e-mail once in awhile telling me someone is now following it and I feel a bit guilty. Then I think that if the person is silly enough to follow a blog that hasn't been added to in a very long time then it's not my fault! The blasphemous fiendess is from my previous life. The account is under my married name with an e-mail address that no longer exists. I don't believe I could retrieve it even if I wanted to.
I haven't looked at them in years. I wonder if they are embarrassing. Oh well, I must own who I am and who I have always been. It is all part of who I am today.
And speaking of owning up to my messes.....
Weekends are not much different from any other day for me. That isn't a bad thing at all, only it can contribute somewhat to my not knowing what day of the week it is. Having had a busy week, I was determined to stay home and not go gallivanting about town. That's not particularly a difficult thing for me to do as I am quite happy at home. I happily ignored the accumulating dust and spent much of my time working on my latest story, researching and making notes for my big project which might be called a novel if I am feeling bold, and I also spent time painting.
I have an abstract in acrylic in the works ( you can see it behind the portraits) and I've used pastels to paint some portraits on top of my scribble sketches. Basically if you didn't know these people you would say oh those portraits are okay. But since you know who they are supposed to be, well, that kind of blows it all to hell. I gave you quite a suntan, Jayne. Nearly a sunburn! I do like to put a lot of colour in. Natalia looks like she has just been to the dentist and still has cotton in her mouth and Curtise, my dear, you look just a bit like you are plotting my death. Need I say that realism ain't my thing? Let's call this interpretive, expressionism. You did give me permission, remember. And if you are feeling left out, don't worry I will be making you purple and distorted soon!
Gratuitous cat photos to soothe the savage beast/portrait subjects ....
Sophie pretending to be innocent right after scratching the chair.
Sophie sneaking up the back of the sofa coming to attack me. She really misses our dog when it's play time.