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I have been thinking about my next coloring project for the Escapist Coloring Club. I’ve used mostly colored pencils. They’re fine but I miss the smell of crayons. But I couldn’t seem to get my crayons to blend the way I could with pencils. I may have stumbled upon an answer. I thought I would share with the rest of you. By the way, I ran across this answer on Pinterest.

Besides the Baby Oil hint, there are other hints on how to make your coloring experience more fun and creative. I hope you all find these as useful as I did. And I’m with Alisa Burke, I only love Crayola crayons none of the others. Most of the crayons I have tried over the years were waxy and didn’t have that marvelous scent.

 

Source: alisaburke: crayons: tips and tricks

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Abashed

There is something In this world that can leave the averaged person abashed. Yep, the blue screen of death. When it appears on your computer screen. But I have a hero in my house. My own personal IT guy. Yep. My husband is the best! Though I’m still using my tablet, it is only because he’s running all the utilities (because I’m horrible at doing that.)

I started the morning feeling sad about my poor machine. I watched season three of Game of Thrones. I finished another hat like the last one. I don’t think you’ll be able to tell the difference. But here’s the proof.

And in case you think this is old news, it’s snowing.

Ever feel you’re in a timey-wimey glitchy thingy? Me, too. Don’t forget your clocks tonight.

Thank you, Linda, for the Stream of Consciousness challenge!


Poor Jane

A story in the style of P.L. Travers’ Mary Poppins. by Darlene Milner

Mary Poppins as imagined by the illustrator of the book series, Mary Shepard, for the first volume.

As Mary Poppins, Michael and Jane sat on the bus, they wanted to get up and play but the bus driver told them to sit still. Mary sighed and told them she wouldn’t be embarrassed by their behaviour. “Come sit and I’ll tell you a story.”

Mary’s stories were always fun. They never felt like stories. They felt like adventures they were alive in. This story began with the chimney sweep, Bert. “You remember him and his chalk drawing?” The children nodded and scooted closer to their friend.

“Well, ole Bert had just cleaned the chimney at your house, remember? Only after he cleaned up the mess on the fireplace rug, he noticed a noise in the chimney. He had just been in there, so he knew there wasn’t anything there. But there was the noise again.”

Michael interrupted with, “What was it, Mary?”

“Patience is a virtue, Michael. Now hush.” She went on to tell them that Bert crawled back up into the chimney. Suddenly he was calling out. It seemed he was stuck.

“I remember! I went back in to save him!” Jane said.

“Yes, you did. Do you want to tell this story?”

Jane nodded again and started from her point of view. “Well, I got stuck, too! There was a small bird fluttering around Bert’s head. It was saying that it accidentally flew into the flue and couldn’t get out. I felt so sorry for her that I forgot about being stuck in there.”

“Oh, I remember that Jane! I tried to go in to save you but Mary stopped me and sent me to bed.” Michael complained.

“Well, I didn’t know about that because I couldn’t seem to get around Bert to get to the bird. Finally, Bert slid back down and out the front of the fireplace. I was in the chimney alone and I was so afraid. But then the bird started singing to me and I felt better.

“The bird didn’t seem so upset anymore. She lit on my shoulder. I loved that. She started telling me how she got blown by a strong wind that she tried to stay out of. It seemed a magical wind that was directed at Nannies but the bird was the only one that got caught up in it.”

“‘I was trying to get back to my nest of eggs when it happened.’ the bird said shaking her head in sadness.

“I remember curling up with the bird and tried to make her feel better. She was so sweet and sang with such a high trill. We told each other stories and she let me pet her head.” Jane suddenly grew quiet.

“What’s wrong, Jane?” Michael asked. He was engrossed in the story.

“I can’t remember the rest, except I got very hot like someone had lit the fire.”

“That is because you caught the flu and all of this was due to your fever climbing.”

“Did it really happen, then, Mary?” Michael and Jane asked

But as the children knew, Mary would never tell.

Thank you, Linda, for this fun opportunity. Just Jot It January is so fun! And thank you, M. Oniker for the fun prompt.

 

 


It is 11:30 on June 30, 2018. This is all I got done for the Escapist Coloring Club. Sorry. Busy month!

 

I got the person done. Boo! A whole month and that was all! I’ll try to finish tomorrow and then start the next one real soon.

Thanks, Linda G. Hill for keeping our creativity active!

**** Edit–Finished!

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Now to move on to the one for July. Wow! It is July!!!   By the way, the bare toes are free! 😀


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What a joyous January! <—Wednesday’s 1-Liner

 

This was an especially wonderful day. There was a meeting of the Hat Huggers. The chairperson rattled off how many charities our comfort items went to. It was very impressive.

Here is where I get to shine my nails on my chest. (And if I can’t on my blog where can I?) After the meeting our chairperson told me that the sheriff was very impressed with my stuffed animals and dolls. They were able to release them here locally to children in need and could I make lots more? I felt flattered but more, I felt I am useful. When you are in pain you wonder. But my distraction from the pain is going to a very good cause. I leave January happy. <—Jot

It has been a lot of fun participating in Just Jot It January. I hope I can keep up with writing every day. Having a one word prompt helps keep me writing. Thank you, Linda G. Hill!


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I want to thank Linda G. Hill for her inspiration! Today’s prompt is Eco.

The prompt sent me to the internet. I found

Ecofeminism

The definition goes on and on. Check it out here.  As I studied that I realized that I was upset. Why, if we want people to embrace feminism do make everything so hard to read for the normal person? I remember when I first started reading about feminism I could find nothing simple to read or understand. Sure I understand the word, but if you want ALL humans to get it and the average person has a reading level of 7th or 8th grade, why make your assertions college level. Good, you made it to college but we need to boil it down so that a person who is reading casually might not have to look up every other word to make sure they know what is being said.

I think it was Feminine Mystique that I tried to read when I was pre-marriage, pre-kids that wore me out.  I came from a traditional family so all I could see what how snooty these women were and the only way that information would get to the common person it needed to be watered down.

Look. Here’s what I know now. As a stay-at-home mom, I thought I was saving money on a lot of levels. I figured that I birthed them I ought to care for them. And child-care was/is more expensive than any job could pay me. So I followed my heart. Now at retirement, I make less than half the SSI than my ex-husband. How was/is that fair? If you are a stay-at-home mom right now make sure you stuff away money for your retirement. Have your own bank account. Don’t touch the money even if you have a family emergency.

Honestly, I don’t know how I would have done any differently in my life. I love my children and loved raising them to be super adults. And what should I have done when I became a single mom, let my kids starve? Don’t take them to the doctors? Don’t make sure they have a roof over their heads? I didn’t drain the system. But the system drained me!  Take that EcoFeminism!

 


Just Jot it January is the brainchild of Linda G. Hill.

Memories

I can hear Babs singing it right now. I never saw Cats but in voice-class, this was a favorite. I loved that class. Because I got to take it eight times (four for voice and four for accompaniment–which I was allowed to still use for voice. I hated accompaniment. My eye-hand coordination is worse when stressed and being the one playing on stage nearly killed me. I loved singing. I was afraid at first but soon was able to use the butterflies to my benefit.

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After eight semesters I was able to take voice lessons from the teacher. I LOVED that! Soon I was able to sing with friends or alone at churches and other events. I loved hanging out with my musical friends, singing harmonies, playing musical games.  Ah! Memories!

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When I had to move from the area life took over and all that went by the way-side. If I had to sing solos now I would be a nervous wreck. But I miss it. I must find a way to add making music to my daily schedule.

I’m not good at being audience. I can’t sit still long enough. But in those days I got to be in a couple musicals, My Fair Lady – chorus and Oliver (Old Sally). I like singing in the chorus. I got to be the screechy high soprano because most couldn’t get the notes. I’d like to think I was okay. Mostly it was fun being a part of the production. Musicals are my favorite type of music. I like my music to come with stories. I like acting it all out. No talking parts for me. Makes me too nervous. I can remember song words, not spoken.

Into the Woods, Phantom of the Opera, Yentl, and Les Miserable are among my favorites. What are yours?

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Check out Linda G. Hill’s site to learn about Just Jot It January. Today’s prompt is “Passionate”.

I had thought about other things to write about today but I am very passionate about the problem I’m having the Media+. I went for help from WordPress and their answer was clearing the cache. That worked last night, but today not so much, The problem is back. I will go back to working on something else besides the computer.

Wish I could show you a picture of the ear warmer/headband I’m making for my husband but the Media+ isn’t working. I have no energy to fight this daily. Getting very discouraged. If it gets fixed I will tell you about a school I worked for that taught from passions of students and teachers. I was very passionate about that school. But not today. Sorry. Back to loom knitting.


Linda G. Hill: Who could top your memory. Memory is a cold mother!

        

            

OMG! Wednesday was easy! I may need to work on some other things today! Coloring? Journaling? Editing? Color my hair! Ding ding ding! Time to do my hair and come back and color a picture while I decide what to do next.

Say, anyone having trouble with media/pictures? I can’t seem to access my pictures for WP. When I hit ADD+ the next one prompts choosing what’s there or saved. But when I select from my cloud which picture to use it all gets stuck. I have to hit refresh to get out of that pop-up. So these pictures are copied straight from Linda’s site. Yesterdays SYW was copied from Cee’s Photography. I don’t know if it show up or if it is ‘legal’. What can I do to make that work? It used to be easy.

Just Jot It January–Drama


Well, I decided that last year’s JIJ worked so well for me to get into daily journaling/blogging/writing that I’m back again! Thanks to Linda G. Hill for giving us all this opportunity to just jot. Today’s prompt is Drama.

It seems that a lot of people thrive on it, drama. For me, it often seems silly the drama created because people don’t just speak their truth. Maybe they are afraid of not being accepted. Or maybe they want to try out a new vision of themselves and don’t want to look silly as they practice it.

Could it be they want to hurt your feelings or save your feelings? What if it is just not a good day and they need to be left alone? The person on the outside looking in can only wait until the truth comes out, however long that may take. Yet the person feeling and causing the drama may not even know. I’ve been on all sides of this drama dilemma.

There are some people that force issues and get in your face and yell. That may work for some but if a person gets in my face it is more than likely going to turn me off and send me elsewhere. There are some that need that kind of catalyst. If they get mad enough or sad enough they will let it all out. But I find that it is often the crazy emotion that taints the inner truth.

Wouldn’t it be great if we could just be logical like Spock and work things through? I can do without the drama–unless it is in a movie or book, or I get to be the actress playing the part.

What are your thoughts on this topic?

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