REDwood

Well... I spent most of my time this weekend messing around with silk screening and not paying much attention to SPC. So alas I don't have a great self portrait to show today. But, this one is at least appropriate since it's one of my new silk screens. Oh also perfect 'cause I do live in Redwood country, at least for now. I hate that I'm only posting once a week. Arrrr..... This weather with it's gloomy days. But this weekend we had our first sunny day and about a week and a half so I snapped all the pictures I could think of. I'll have something to show and tell this week, at least..... Yeah! for sunny today also!!!!

A RED Saturday Morning

I am in there, just hard to see. If you look closely you'll see... But even without my little shaddow hidden somewhere in there this collage really is me. A day in the life of me, or at a Saturday.

Well... This week for SPC I decided to do a collage. This is my pretty typical Saturday morning. Food shopping at the Co-op, dropping off books at the used bookstore, stopping in at the best smelling fabric store in town (yes not only do I just love this store and the people who work there I also love the smell, weird?), next was the herb shop to pick up the best chili powder there is. Here we met (randomly) a person his name was Isaak. A new person of like mind and ideas. Yes there's proof that you people are out there, just hard to find. Oh and to the hardware store and everything in between. This was all done on foot, yes I love that.... One of the main reasons we are moving to the city as apposed to the suburbs. Because, well can you walk to anything in the suburbs?? I love, love, love doing all my errands on foot, oh I said that already..... Well anyway, this little color collage has inspired an idea in my little ole brain. I think, I'm going to do one for every color for the next couple weeks, we'll see if I lose interest by the time I get to violet. But I do love color. As a child I was particularly obsessed with color and rainbows (I'm starting to see a pattern here. Let's see, for all my two readers out there how many times can you count the word obsessed?? Humm, what does this say about me?)I used to keep all my crayon shavings in a pencil box, because I love all the colors, my imaginary friends (yes I had them and I'm proud of it) were all named after colors and surprisingly Pinky was my best friend. For those of you who know me well enough, know that I'm just now excepting small amounts of pink into my life. Hey, I just thought of something...... May be I was traumatized because Pinky and the gang (she was, of course the leader) just got up and left one day, no good bye, no nothing. May be I internalized it. I don't remember them leaving, they were just gone. May be I can't remember because it was too traumatic. Ok anyway, I love color and I going do an Orange Saturday next weekend and then yellow after that and so on. It's kind of fun, when you go around looking for a color it starts to stand out and present itself. Then you see it everywhere. Good therapy for the color obsessed. Oops there it is again.

SPC Red - Week One

Phew.... I made it, it's due tomorrow. I didn't do any for November. Mostly because I couldn't connect with the theme. The theme was Glamor and now that I think back I could have come up with something, I'm sure. I'm just not a very glamorous person in the traditional kind a glamorous. Not to mention it's hard enough for me to get it together to do a self portrait every week. The weeks are going by so incredibly fast right now. I swear, one day it's Monday and the next day is Friday and I have no idea what happened in between. This is what happens when you live in a waiting void. It's starting to make my head spin all the packing, shipping, coordinating, thinking, figuring and waiting. Well this month's SPC is Red..... Good choice, I think. I like the color red a lot, it's rich and warm and womb like. This week, for me was something of a quicky. I just realized yesterday that the months changed and there would be a new SPC. So I had a day to prepare and figure out what to do.... No real meaning in it, just red.

Self Portrait Challenge - Imperfections

I'm so bummed I miss last weeks SPC. The weather was icky all week so I kept putting it off waiting for better light. And than it was too late. So I'm doing it early this week. The sun finally broke through so I took these in the last rays of light this evening hense the washed out look, which I kind a like.
So anyway this one all about my hair. Anyone knows me would say "WHAT!! Your hair is beautiful, how could say it's an imperfection". This is because everyone loves my hair and I'm being narcissistic here. My Grandmom would always say "people would pay good money to have your hair." I swear it's the only thing people rememeber me by, my only redeemable quality.
I was born with the usual baby curls that eventually turned straight. I had straight hair until I was about 11 when I hit puberty. I had very short hair and was trying to grow it out. I remember telling my Mom when I hair grows out I want a perm. Well... We went to salon asking for a perm and once my hair was washed and waiting to be done the hair dresser looked at me like I was crazy and I remember her saying' Oh honey you don't need a perm, you do need to stop brushing your hair and look you have perfectly curly hair."
That was it, the next 10 years of my life and my Mom's was hell. I hated my hair I mean really hated it. I tried every product, tried straighting perms. Anything to control my hair, it was (still is) thick and frizzy and curly and all I wanted is what everyone else had - easy straight hair. I drove my poor Mother insane. When we first did the straighting perm she would spend hours blow drying my hair straight, she was good to me....
Well, I've learned to handle this rats nest, as my Mom loves to call it. No more products anymore, no more straightening perms. Just natural oils, a mix very lusious oils acutally, that I call Greek hair oil. I originally got the mix in Greece on Santorini from this amazing man who owns a pharmacy there and distills his own essential oils and he made this mixture especially for my hair, he went to him home and made it himself. It was very special I'll never forget it. Anyway it's still not easy though, every other night I apply jojba oil to my scalp so when I wash my hair the next morning it will run through my hair and protect it from the soap. I can only use the super fatty soap that we make to wash it, no conditioner, apple cider vinegar treatment once and week. You see, it still rules my world. When it's a bad mood, so am I. It is very finicky.

But it is me, without it would be a much different person, when my hairs up and put away I feel different, not quite all the way me. It's kind of like what they say about a mans beard and how it's like a mask, well that's my hair, it's so much a part of my character.

SPC - Imperfections

My tummy..... All my life I have struggled with this part of my body. It is one of the few things I hide. I've been hinding it so long that it's natural. My Mom used to always say, as I was crying over it, that one day I'd grow taller and lose my stomach... Well I believe I haven't grown an inch since 6th grade so there went that theory. It's only lately that I'm starting to except my body for what it is. I'm actually starting the love my self a lot more and I blame most of that on the Bee, by showing me that beauty is not just in super skinny. There was time when voluptuous women were considered beautiful. They were the subject of art. They were the ones being painted.

I wish that voluptuous could be beautiful again.

SPC

SPC - goods friends

kind of a silly picture of Brooke and I...


I have unusal friends.... Not unusal like they're wierd but like non two are similar. It's good... I wonder though what it would be like to have them all in the same room.. Humm.... It would certainly be interesting.... Brooke is one of those friends. We met because we suddenly became sister-in-laws, at the time she wasn't offically married to Andrew's brother but it was pretty obviously it was going to happen. Brooke and I have almost absolutely nothing in common. We don't agree on anything political, and have the same religious veiws, live completely different lifestyles. But you put us in the same room with eachother and we gravite to eachother like two magnets. And sort of forget everyone else in the room, although we're getting better at not doing that. It's a 2 hour minimum for a our phone conversations. It's a strange thing that such different people can get along so well... Well suppose that's the moral of that story - give everyone a chance regardless of your differences you never know what you'll find in between those differences...

SPC - My Big Brother

This pictures a little fuzzy, but the one one really want to use is not on this computer so this will have to do.
This is my BIG brother. The gentle gaint. He is a man of few words but he sees everything. Very protective, very sensitive and very smart. Growing up we were like Tom and Jerry. Some episodes we were the best of friends and having a grand time but most we enemies at war, we weren't even permitted to sit next to eachother in a resturant. He was a mean old bully and I was the most annoying creature on Earth. Than we grew up and grew out of that stage much the delight of my parents. And here we are all grown up and married and living 3,000 miles away from eachother and missing eachother - if you would have told us that when we were younger, we would have never believed you. My brother is one of the few people who have a similar imagination as me, I guess because we both grew up in the same strange little world. I love him and wouldn't trade him for nothing....

SPC - Sqrl and Bee

This is pretty much the gist of it..... He attackes, bites and I of course win in the end...

These were all taken with different ISOs but of course we took way too many pictures and I lost track of what was what.. Oh well next time. I make a bad scientist...

SPC - Girlfriends

Heather, Me, Megan and Courtney

Now, this picture has already been posted here months back but SPC is asking for a self portrait with someone, someone of some meaning..... Well..... There is a whole lot of something between all the girls here in this picture. Some weird connection made many lifetimes ago. These are my sisters, girlfriends, kindred spirits, the little sisters. Soon I will be living near two of them and absolutely can't wait! I love these girls, don't know how I found them, I guess I'm just lucky.. Sounds cheesey but it's true.

SPC - in darkness

Self Portrait Challenge I'm back..... Yay, finally.

Self Portrait Tuesday!!

Self Portrait as........ Vectorized. Since this is one of my newest obsessions, I figured I should do a self portrait. I think I have just figured out posting on Self Portrait Tuesday, I even got my handy dandy SPT button over there. So we'll see how it goes.... If only Blogger would cooperate, AHHHH!