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8 / 6 / 1510 / 6 / 15

10919611_1676860725884586_1023035145_n“HOME is not a place. It’s a feeling”

Over three years. That is how long we have been searching for a house. A house that my parents, and youngest brother Michael, can call home. I’m not going to say “the perfect house”, for I do not believe in the concept of “perfection”. What I will say, however, is that it feels right. And good. And happy.

Mike Mom Dad Formal nightFrom St. Louis to Kansas City. My parents and brother will be moving 252 miles across the state of Missouri – leaving behind a house that has been “home” to my parents for more than 40 years. It is where they raised seven kids; five in ten years, with a ten year break, and then two more; followed by more than a dozen grandchildren. Is this going to be easy; for anyone…? Nope. Change is NEVER easy. But it’s time.

Late night munchies...My brother, Michael, just turned 30 this summer. Michael has Down Syndrome. He and I are the “bookends” of the family, and Michael will eventually be my permanent buddy…xoxo Moving to KC now means new roots, new friends and new surroundings while everyone is still young and healthy and happy. My dad will celebrate his 80th birthday later this year in his new house. We are so blessed….

nest with heart “Home”

Hold on to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
And although this wave (wave) is stringing us along

Just know you’re not alone
‘Cause I’m gonna make this place your home

(lyrics/music by Phillip Phillips – click below)

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sleepless in kansas city…

3 / 9 / 15

before surgeryJust over two hours. That’s how much sleep I got last night. I could blame daylight savings time, or the one cup of (caffeinated) coffee at 10:00 AM yesterday morning… but I think not. I was in full blown “mommy mode” last night. My brain was on total overload, and there was no “shuttin her down“…

My kids are almost 25. Adults.  I get it.  Kinda…

My daughter left town yesterday for business. Alone. Had to catch a plane, and then another plane, get a rental car and drive two hours to a place where she has never been.  A long day for her, an unsettling feeling for mama bear. She came over for dinner one night last week, and we figured out that because of travel conflicts, we will not see her for several WEEKS, even though she only lives about 25 minutes away. Gosh. I miss her already…

My son moved to Dallas last fall and started into a crazy busy  phase at work after the first of the year. Long, long, LONG hours… seven days/week. Ugh!!  After a  quick text back and forth with “Dad” last night (sports talk), he told his dad that he was gonna try to hit the sack… “not feeling the greatest“. The nonstop stress on his body was trying to catch up with him. “Tell Mom I love her…”  I’m sad.  He needs Mom’s homemade chicken soup…

And then there is my cousin’s daughter’s daughter (pictured above). Eleven years old. In heart surgery RIGHT NOW. My dad’s side of our family has a history of various “heart issues”. I am posting this today for two reasons… One is prayers. Starting right now (PLEASE!), for her successful surgery; and going forward, for her recovery. Secondly, I am attaching her mom’s facebook post from a month or so ago, in hopes that it might make a difference, maybe even save a life. Please feel free to share the following information, as I have not included any names.

“Warning: Longest post ever, please read. I usually never get very personal on here or do I ask for many favors but today I am doing both. We just recently found out that **** has an anomalous right coronary artery. What that means is the her right coronary artery is next to the left one. In order to be there it has to lay between her aorta and pulmonary artery. This is bad because during physical activity as those vessels fill up with blood her coronary artery can become compressed and shut off blood supply to her heart. This is one of the few things that cause sudden death in kids as they are playing sports. Because of this diagnosis we were faced with decision. We could choose not to do surgery but **** would not be able to engage in any physical activity for the rest of her life and probably have to take meds or do open heart surgery and make the opening bigger so the artery doesn’t become pinched. Neither option is good but after a discussion with the cardiologist and ****, we decided on surgery. While her chance of sudden death with the defect is low she is still at increased risk and a life of no physical activity for an 11 year old didn’t really seem feasible. The thought of surgery is scary as well. We are all very worried but thinking about what is going through ****’s head is extremely hard.
So here is where the favors come in. Yes, I have several favors. First, we are asking for prayers. Prayers and good thoughts for a successful surgery with a speedy and hopefully easy recovery. We are to expect 1-2 week hospital stay, 3-4 weeks off school and 6 months no activity. Those first few weeks will be rough and could use all the prayers we could get. Second, I recommend having your kids checked. This can be found with an ECHO which is basically an ultrasound of the heart. It doesn’t hurt. ****actually had an ECHO in 2011 and was told all okay but recently found out that the artery wasn’t easily visualized so I would specifically ask to have that checked. Most of those sudden death cases of kids on the football field, basketball court etc…could be prevented. Third, We are trying to come up with ideas to help make ****’s recovery easier. Special things that we could for her. We have a few but not sure if they will work so please message me if you can think of anything. We don’t have the surgery date scheduled yet but hoping for early March so she will be in the clear for the next school year. Besides that we Just want to get it over with as it is consuming all our thoughts. Thanks in advance for the prayers and positive thoughts we appreciate it.”

In the next couple of days, I will post a blog on what I have been up to lately. As for today, just one very simple, but powerful,  request. Your prayers…

thank you xo

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one week and counting…

11 / 20 / 14

tiger cap

My baby boy moved to Dallas in September. I miss him.

A lot.

How old? Twenty four. So what…!? You don’t just NOT miss your kid cause they are 24 with a real job… in their own apartment… in a fun area… surrounded by people their own age… in a big city… with a lot of golf and restaurants and nightlife… ??

Yep. I’m pretty much screwed.

mailbox waiting

So I simply hang on to whatever lands in my lap. A phone call, a letter in the mailbox funny text, an Instagram pic, a Snapchat video… Anything that brings him just a bit closer to home. But I miss still miss him.

A lot.

If you follow me on Instagram (creationsbycathy) you know that I have been posting every day during the month of November about things that I am grateful for. Spoiler alert… Exactly one week from today is Thanksgiving. A day for giving thanks for all of our many, many blessings. That being said, I can already tell you what I will be posting that day. “Someone” is flying in to spend Thanksgiving with his family… and mama bear, papa bear and sister are so, so, SO excited!! Three and a half glorious days!! The hugs. The kisses. Sitting next to him on the couch. Waking up in the morning with BOTH of my kids here… It’s almost too much! Yes, the countdown has begun…

tick, tock, tick, tock….

live happy

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love; not hate

4 / 14 / 14
kindness matters
Artwork by Beth Nadler Click here to see all of her beautiful artwork on Etsy!!

When my kids were little, I always told them that they were not allowed to “hate” people.  You could hate an inanimate object; a “thing”, but never a person.  You might hate what they said or what they did, but you could not hate them. My beliefs have not changed.

Yesterday presented a real challenge to upholding those beliefs, however. About a mile from where I was standing yesterday afternoon, three completely innocent people were shot and killed for one reason.  The shooter thought they were Jewish. That’s it.  He didn’t know them.  He didn’t know their families.  He didn’t care. Tragically, he was just that full of hate. Kansas City suffered a tremendous loss yesterday.  A young man (HS freshman) an Eagle Scout, with a love for theater and a beautiful singing voice; his whole life ahead of him.  His loving grandfather, “a devoted family man”, married 49 years, who moved here to be closer to his grandchildren. A wife and mother, described as a “deeply caring individual”, who was an occupational therapist at the Children’s Center for the Visually Impaired. So much pain. Please join me in prayer for these hurting families…

everybody smilesWe live in a world of differences that are meant to be CELEBRATED, not stereotyped. Our uniqueness makes us special. As for my husband and I; our extended family of siblings, their spouses, nieces and nephews, provides it’s very own “special blend of uniqueness“… We are Christian; we are Jewish; we are Mormon. We are African-American; we are Caucasian. We are Filipino; we are Panamanian. We are gay; we are straight. We are able-bodied; we have Down Syndrome. We. Are. FAMILY.

let peace

In the words of Dr. Martin Luther King, a man who understood hate, but instead chose love. And peace. “Let no man pull you so low as to hate him.” I absolutely hate what this shooter did.  I hate that he took the life of three beautiful, innocent people.  I have zero tolerance for ANYONE who thinks they are superior to anyone else.  But to hate him will just perpetuate this evil cycle of hate. I do not want to spend time and energy dwelling on this evil man.  Let us, instead, go forward – with the words of Dr. King in our hearts… “Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”

So get out there and LOVE .  Spread kindness far and wide. You CAN make a difference.  We ALL can. But will you?  Every loving gesture to someone in need, every kind word to a friend, every act of kindness to a stranger… It. All. Matters.

So what will YOU do to leave your (kindness) mark TODAY…?

kindness begins

 

 

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fountain day

4 / 8 / 14

KC fountains 5It’s the second Tuesday in April, or “Fountain Day“, as they say here in Kansas City.  OK.  Confession.  I have lived in Kansas City since 1983… and I had no idea there was such a thing as “fountain day“.  Kansas City, lovingly nicknamed “The City of Fountains”, boasts more than 200 fountains registered here in the metro area.

KC fountains 1And today was “the day” for those dozens and dozens of Kansas City fountains to come alive!  Rain snow or shine… when the second Tuesday of April arrives – It’s time!! Luckily it was a good day for this daunting task; mostly sun and clouds with only morning rain.

KC fountains 6So here’s another little “factoid” for ya… Did you know that our beautiful city has more fountains than any other city in the world, except perhaps Rome?  Yep.  In the WORLD!!  Wow. Pretty impressive, huh?!

fountain of gladness

So with a happy heart, I bid a sweet goodnight to this wonderful city that I call “home”. Kansas City. “The (beautiful) City of Fountains…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I did know that A very busy day in a very beautiful city!!

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the ten dollar smile

9 / 3 / 13

park placeWhat can you really get for $10 these days..?  A fancy coffee drink and (maybe) a muffin?  A couple gallons of gas? Unfortunately, we live in a world where things of value, things that matter, are gonna set you back a bit.  It’s just the way things are these days, and we have to accept that.  Or do we…? 

Met some friends, two other couples, the other morning for breakfast at a little local area called “Park Place”, here in Kansas City.  Following an early morning thunderstorm, the sun had returned and the skies were a glorious blue, so we all sat outside and chatted over coffee for a couple of hours.  Afterwards, the hubbie and I decided that we needed to stretch our legs after sitting for so long, so we strolled the outdoor shops, hitting a couple of “end of season sidewalk sales”.   By the time we hit late afternoon, we both admitted that our stomachs were grumbling a bit, and all of the little sidewalk cafes had started “Happy Hour”.  Perfect timing for a glass of wine, some olives and a little hummus.  So you might be thinking that this is the end of the story, but it’s not.  You see, I haven’t told you everything...

What I didn’t mention yet, was the time between strolling the shops and Happy Hour…  As it was, we popped out of one of the stores, and were immediately greeted with the sounds of a sidewalk musician – a lone guitarist with a voice a lot like “The Fray”. So we did what we knew we had to do. We pulled up a spot near the music and the fountains and settled into one of the brightly painted adirondack chairs for a little R&R in the glorious Sunday sunshine.  As we all know, shopping can be absolutely EXHAUSTING for men!! (If you squint real hard on the pic above, you will see the guitarist on the far right of the pic, through the water droplets; and the hubbie is sitting next to my green chair, in a blue shirt, shades on, eyes closed…)  The guy played his heart out, while folks strolled by and smiled, children ran in and out of the fountains, oblivious to anything but their own innocent joy, nearby sidewalk diners clapped politely…

Row of Trees in Meadows, Mountain Range in Background. November Mood.Now I don’t know this young man’s story.  At all.  Was he paid by the merchants?  Does he do this on the side, or is music his sole source of income; his passion?  Did he know that we enjoyed the fact that he was there… that day… playing those songs… making our day a little brighter…?  As I was up snapping this pic, he announced that it was his last song, and he thanked everyone who was there and wished them happiness for the rest of their day.  My hubbie smiled at me and stood up, walking over to the young man.  He had no “tip bucket” of any kind, so the hubbie merely thanked him for the gift of his music, and handed him a small token of gratitude.  His eyes lit up with a sincere appreciation was so genuine it made my heart ache.  A smile that was so worth every last penny…  Be the reason.

live happy, cathy

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he ain’t heavy; he’s my brother

3 / 21 / 13

down syndrome love my broYes.  I sure do.

We are the “bookends” in our family; Michael and I.  I’m the oldest of seven at 51… Mike’s the youngest at 27.  Michael was born about a year after I got married.  I grew up in St. Louis, but had moved to Kansas City after college, so the two of us never actually had a chance to “grow up together”.  But there is now good news.  Really good news for me.  My mom, dad and Michael are moving to Kansas City.  To say that I am excited does not even begin to touch the surface of what I am feeling. Just typing that fills my eyes with tears. There is just so much time to make up for… and I absolutely cannot wait!!!

Late night munchies...Mike Mom Dad Formal night

Mike loves dessertdown syndrome nuff said

Mike in headphonesMike dancing

Poem: “Welcome to Holland” by Emily Perl Kingsley

November 12, 2008

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability – to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this…

When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The coliseum.  The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome To Holland”.

“Holland?!?” you say, “What do you mean “Holland”??? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy”

But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.

So you must go and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills…Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy…and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say“Yes that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned”.

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away…because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss.

But…if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things…about Holland.

And so Mom, Dad and Michael; we are all moving on to a fresh new chapter. Your big move to Kansas City.  It may not be Italy, or even Holland; but I can tell you it’s gonna be great.  Because I love you, and that’s enough.  And so a song for you, “Mike the Singer”… from someone who loves you very, very much.  xo

“He Ain’t Heavy; He’s My Brother”

My face may be different But my feelings the same I laugh and I cry And I take pride in my gains I was sent here among you To teach you to love As God in the heavens Looks down from above To Him I’m no different His love knows no bounds It’s those here among you In cities and towns That judge me by standards That man has imparted But this family I’ve chosen Will help me get started For I’m one of the children So special and few That came here to learn The same lessons as you That love is acceptance It must come from the heart We all have the same purpose Though not the same start The Lord gave me life To live and embrace And I’ll do it as you do But at my own pace

Down syndrome, also known as trisomy 21, is a chromosomal condition caused by the presence of all or part of a third copy of chromosome 21.  That is why today, March 21 (3/21) is designated as World Down Syndrome Day.

Links: National Association For Down Syndrome / Special Olympics

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the comfort of comfort food

2 / 28 / 13

log cabincomfort foodSo here we are, stuck in the middle of a “real” winter.  You know what I mean.  There is snow and cold and ice and cold and freezing rain and cold.  Oh – and did I mention, cold…?  For me, being the lover of all things SPRING & FALL, I need coping mechanisms to help me…  well…  COPE!  Enter comfort food. LOTS of comfort food.  With every impending storm, the grocery stores swell with high strung, desperate shoppers.  I was literally on my hands and knees getting cans of beef stock from the deep, dark crevasses on the bottom shelf last week… Seriously.  Lucky for me, I buy the “low sodium” beef stock, which is (surprisingly, Ha!) all that was left.   If you are looking for bananas, milk, a rotisserie chicken or fresh bread… forget it.  Don’t even bother venturing out into the craziness.  I do, however, find it quite interesting to see what people “stock up” on when they are in a state of panic… (OK – I know that I am not the ONLY one checking out other people’s baskets!!  I’m just admitting to it!)  So what have I spied in the checkout lane???  Well, let’s see… Oreos, Fruity Pebbles, hotdogs, Hamburger Helper, taco seasoning packets, chips and ice-cream.  Hmmm…

So, having survived trips to every grocery store in a 10 mile radius over the past week or so, I must tell you that I am well stocked, to say the least.  I have been cooking non-stop.  Again… a coping mechanism.  C’mon.  They call it “comfort food” for a reason.  Since it’s still flu season, I had to make more homemade Chicken Noodle Soup for the freezer, just in case.  And then I had to make more homemade chicken STOCK, just in case we all get sick and deplete the current supply of frozen chicken noodle soup!  And then I made Tomato Basil Soup… White Chili… Curry Chicken Chickpea Soup/Stew… Steak Soup… Blueberry Muffins… Chocolate Chip Cookies….  I know.  Crazy, huh? OK – so before you pass judgement on my “ways of coping”, just know that I have an open door policy for meals… If you have a good pair of boots or a 4 wheel drive and have a way to make it to my door – there will be food.  And a fire in the fireplace.  And wine.  Plenty of wine.  And you are ALWAYS welcome to pull up a chair and join us!!  Just understand that there may not be any fresh bread with your soup.  Or Fruity Pebbles, for that matter…

comfort food 1

White Chili

  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • 2 medium onions, chopped
  • 4 garlic cloves, minced (or more, to taste)
  • 2 (4 ounce) cans chopped mild green chilies (or more, to taste)
  • 2 teaspoons ground cumin
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons dried oregano, crumbled
  • 1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper
  • 3 (16 ounce) cans great northern beans
  • 6 cups chicken stock/broth
  • 6 cups chopped cooked chicken
  • 3 cups grated monterey jack cheese (optional)

Directions:

  • Heat oil in large pot over medium high heat.
  • Add onions and saute until translucent, about 10 minutes.
  • Stir in garlic, chilies, cumin, oregano, and cayenne and saute 2 minutes.
  • Add beans and stock and bring to a boil.
  • Reduce heat and add chicken & (optional) cheese.  Stir until cheese melts.
  • Season to taste with salt and pepper and ladle into bowls.
  • FOR FREEZING: Pour soup into a rigid container (or freezer bag), label and freeze. To reheat, thaw in refrigerator overnight or simply put frozen soup into a large pot and gently heat, with lid on and stirring often, till heated through.

Curry Chicken Chickpea Bowl   (Feeds about 6)

  • 3 c. cooked rice (I use whole grain)  Great way to use leftover rice!!
  • 1 T. olive oil
  • 1 lb. ground chicken
  • 1 lg. sweet yellow onion, chopped
  • 1 T. minced garlic
  • 2 T. curry powder
  • 1 c. plain yogurt
  • 2 14.5 oz. cans diced tomatoes
  • 2 14.5 oz. cans chickpeas (garbanzo beans)
  • cilantro, chopped (optional)

Directions:

  • Add olive oil to a medium hot skillet and brown chicken.
  • Add onion & cook, stirring occasionally, about 7 minutes.
  • Add garlic and curry powder and saute another minute or so.
  • Add yogurt and simmer gently for about 3 minutes.
  • Stir in tomatoes & chickpeas, season, to taste, with salt & pepper and remove from heat.
  • Divide rice & chickpea mixture among bowls & garnish with minced cilantro, if that’s your thing!  (Or just be lazy and mix the rice right in to the chickpea mixture!)

Steak Soup (Plaza III version…!) 

*** See below for my notes…!)

  • 8 T. margarine
  • 1/2 c. flour
  • 40 oz. beef broth
  • 1/4 c. (each) fresh carrots, onions & celery, diced
  • 1/2 c. diced canned tomatoes
  • 1 T. browning sauce (Kitchen Bouquet)
  • 3/4 t. seasoning salt
  • 1/4 t. coarse black pepper
  • 5 oz. mixed frozen vegetables
  • 1/2 lb. ground chuck, chili grind, browned & drained of fat
  • Place the butter in a soup pot & melt without browning.  Add flour and stir to form a smooth paste.  Cook the mixture (roux) over med. heat without browning, for 3 minutes, stirring constantly.  Add broth to the roux and stir until smooth and lightly thickened.  Bring to a full boil.
  • Add the vegetables, tomatoes and seasonings; return to a boil.  Reduce heat and simmer until vegetables are just barely tender (20-30 min).
  • Add the frozen vegetables and the browned ground chuck.  Simmer an additional 15 minutes, or until the flavors become well blended.

*** OK – so Plaza III Steak Soup is a Kansas City tradition, so I included the recipe “as is”, but the real beauty of this recipe is that you can really do whatever you want!  I never, ever use 8 T. of margarine… I use a combo of olive oil and beef broth.  Works just fine.  I also double (or more) the amount of beef.  That’s how “my boys” like it!  And the best part is that you can add whatever you want in the way of veggies! I do whatever combo of fresh & frozen that works that day.  Some of my favs are fresh carrots, celery & onions and frozen peas, edemame & fire roasted corn (Trader Joe’s).  This soup is a great way to use leftover veggies!

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snow day

2 / 26 / 13

chocolate chip cookiesSo here in Kansas City, it’s been snowing.  And snowing.  And snowing.  Now, mind you, this wouldn’t be so bad… if I didn’t hate the cold so much.  But I do.  And snow is cold.  So today was another “snow day” around here.  Schools, businesses, roads… closed.  Kids… home. Now when my kids were little, “snow days” almost always involved, among other things, two basic foods… hot chocolate and homemade chocolate chip cookies!!

cookie dough

So today I had one of my “babies” AND my hubby here, both forced to work from home because of the weather.  It made me happy just having them here…  Happy enough that I decided to make cookies.  Chocolate Chip Cookies; of course.

cookie dough 2cookies 2

As the house filled with the warm, familiar scent of homemade cookies, hot from the oven… our neighborhood street filled with the happy, contagious laughter of kids.  It was “snow day” laughter… that “three pair of socks, frozen pink cheeks, let’s build a snowman” kind of laughter.  And it truly was contagious.  Even for someone who really hates the cold. So I gathered a plate of warm cookies… and out I went.  After all, playing in the snow is hard work!  They HAD to be hungry. So they nibbled on cookies and gave me a tour of the area while I snapped pics.  The “under the ground igloo/ fort”,  their snowmen, snow babies, a snow dog (named Lulu) and a snow horse!  And, yes… They even built a snowman for my yard!!   After awhile, I realized that my “50-something” toes were cold.  No… frozen.  So with a camera full of pics, an empty cookie plate and frozen pink cheeks… I decided to head on back inside.  I guess next time I’ll wear three pair of socks…

cookies in snowsnow fort cookies 2snow cookies 1snowman debsnowman front ydsnow fort cookies

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the kansas city plaza art fair

9 / 28 / 12

Take one breathtakingly gorgeous day; add in a crowd of eclectic people, live music, delicious food & libations and booth after booth after booth of artwork… So what do you get?  Why the Kansas City Plaza Art Fair, of course!  And yes, that is where the hubbie and I spent a blissful Sunday afternoon last weekend… just wandering and munching and people watching and chatting and, of course, admiring artwork.

I love looking at art and chit chatting with the artists. I love to hear their thoughts, their inspiration, their passion…  Most of the art is nothing that I would, personally , hang in my home, per say – I have a very white/cream/pastel “shabby chic” style of decorating – but I adore all of the bright colors and appreciate the different mediums and techniques that make each artist unique.

My hubbie, more of a “numbers” kinda guy, mentioned that there seemed to a lot of artwork with “heads”.  At that point I suggested that we stop and get him some munchies at “M&S Grill”.  And a beer at “Houstons”.  See how happy he looks drinking that beer…?  Worked like a charm.

Just admiring the work of these talented artists gets my creative juices flowing; I feel completely energized and inspired!!  Since my chosen business name is “Creations”, this is definitely a good thing!!  And speaking of, the hubbie got a kick out of a piece of art that highlighted my (creative) demise… as you will see in the following pic.  Hmmm… Note to self: Think very carefully about what you choose to create..

And so a happy day it was.  The music, the food, the weather, the art, the inspiration and, of course, the company of my sweet hubbie – all to myself after a very busy weekend.  Ahhh… Life is, indeed, very good.

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