Thursday, June 12, 2025 Too Frugal?

What’s the difference between frugal and just plain cheap? I hope you can tell me.

I have a favorite purse. It’s not too big, it’s not too small. It’s a purse that would suit Goldilocks: it’s just right.

Into this happy fairy tale, a sad note must be interjected. The straps kept coming off of this nearly perfect purse. It seemed like too much work to try to sew them back in, so I used large safety pins for a while. Clearly I’m not driven by fashion.

Let’s switch to Cinderella. Like Cinderella’s shoe, the safety pins just did not want to stay and would occasionally pop off. And there would be my purse, on the floor looking sad. And with no handsome prince to pick it up, either.

I could order a replacement. The purse was less than $30 after all. But why should I throw away my Goldilocks purse just because the straps were like Cinderella’s shoe?

I went to a shoe repair store and asked them how much they’d charge to sew the straps back. They’d do it for $15. Very reasonable and only half the cost of buying a new one. Of course I did not agree to this reasonable cost. Why should I pay them $15 when I could still find a way to do it for free?

The purse wouldn’t fit under the foot of my sewing machine. I’d have to sew it by hand. I asked my husband to punch a small hole through the leather strap and the purse so I could fit a large needle through with extra tough thread. We are now in the Shoemaker and the Elves story, if you hadn’t figured it out, with my husband playing the part of one of the elves. I had to play the part of the other elf, the one who did the actual sewing. Those elves are completely underrated – it’s hard work. I’ve only completed one strap and the repair job looks ugly. Regrets, I’ve had a few.


Frugal or just plain cheap? You decide!

Sigh…I’ll probably pay you $15 to delete this in the morning.

Wednesday, May 21, 2025 Geese, Eh?



The Canada goose
Is on the loose
The Canadian geese
Evade the police

If seen in your counties
Please call the mounties
If loitering in lobbies
Call for the bobbies

Don’t try to chase ‘em
Don’t try to race ‘em
Just frolic and caper
And put ‘em on paper.

And that’s all I’ve got for today.

Time to caper off and delete this…in the morning.

Thursday, April 10, 2025 space space bar learning to use dictation feature, plus some art

It turns out that using the dictation feature on my keyboard, isn’t always as intuitive as you would think. Nevertheless, it seemed like a good option to spare my arm some typing. So here it goes!

I’ve got a few pieces of artwork that I finished last week before deciding to give my arm a break.

Shrews are kinda cute! 
My first drawing in the owl series that I hope to continue. 
This is the only way I can do humans – from behind and with no hands. Ha ha!
The same chick as I did previously, but this time on watercolor paper. 

Most of these, as usual, are copies of things I found on Pinterest, with the exception of the owl which I drew from a photo.

Is the owl a fowl?
Certainly not! Perish the thought!
Is the owl very nice?
Certainly not! Just ask the mice!
Has the owl gone crazy?
Certainly not! Nor is he lazy.
Does the owl bill and coo?
Certainly not! What’s wrong with you?
Will the owl teach and preach?
Certainly not! Just hear him screech!
Is the owl a night sleeper?
Certainly not! He’s a night peeper!

About the owl
I’ve told you a lot
You now are an expert
On what he is not.

The end.

…in the morning.

Wednesday, April 2, 2025 The Workshop: Sewing, Drawing, Painting, Oh My!

I’m working on making drawing and painting more of a daily discipline than doing it on a whim.

This goose is the last watercolor painting I did on the non-watercolor paper. My dad used to ask if we wanted to learn some “Indian” phrases. “Sure!” Then he’d have us repeat them one at a time as they are on the painting above. “Now say it faster,” he’d say. Eventually we’d get it. He loved that joke, even though he could only do it once for each of us.



The coloring pencil trial version
The watercolor version
(oh, how grand it was to get back to watercolor paper!)

Again, these are all sketches and paintings copied from things I found on Pinterest.

I’m making progress on the mobile, too!

I’m thinking of starting a drawing/painting series of owls. They’re such interesting looking creatures!

Thanks for sticking with me to the bottom.

Oh-wah, tah-blah, guy-am. In the morning.

Wednesday, March 26, 2025 The Workshop: More Watercolor Roughs

I’m still doing some watercolor “roughs” in a book with non-watercolor paper. They turn out rather bumply and weird, and are impractical for making into cards, so why I am even doing this? Good question. I don’t know why, but it’s motivated me to do watercolor work more often than before, It’s been great practice for drawing in proportion and using different lettering styles. It’s been a valuable workshop for mixing colors. It’s also a lesson in why watercolor paper works better for blending. At some point, I’ll transition to doing these in a book that that contains watercolor paper in it, but for now, I’ll keep on with the roughs. These are all copies of things I found on Pinterest except for the words. The words are always mine.




That’s enough for today. I’ll return to old posts tomorrow to save my arm the stress of typing.

Therefore, we do not lose heart,
but though our outer man is decaying,
yet our inner man is being renewed
day by day.
2 Corinthians 4:16

I’ll probably rough this post up in the morning.

Wednesday, March 19, 2025 The Workshop: Baby Crib Mobile Beginnings, Tea Kettle and Fruit Basket

The Blizzard That Never Came. So far, our skies have been surprisingly blizzard-less, which goes to show you that the weather peeps don’t always get it right. But maybe it’ll zoom in late and have the last laugh.

So, here’s a fun project:

Isn’t it adorable? My friend and co-grandmother, Martha, alerted me to the presence of this pattern on Etsy and I was smitten right away, smitten enough to purchase the digital download within seconds of seeing it. What a wonderful world.

To explain the term “co-grandmother,” Martha’s daughter married our son and they just had their first child. Doesn’t that make us co-grandmothers? I might have just made that term up. Anyway, this crib mobile (or changing table mobile) will be for our newest granddaughter. Shh – don’t tell!

I’ve got the items cut out and ready to start sewing. I’m hoping that the mysterious parts of the pattern will become obvious as I go.

One of the artists I follow on Instagram just started a project in which she does a simple sketch and painting three days a week. The part that intrigued me was that she’s not using watercolor paper – just a little notebook. Well! That opens up all sorts of possibilities! My brother-in-law Karl gave me a beautiful little blank book made by Baron Fig. (I’ll bet Baron Fig is related to the Earl of Sandwich.) The pages are unlined and just beckoning to be used by this very kind of project. I have begun.


I’m excited to have a painting project that is contained in a book. It will allow me to experiment with painting and lettering without using a lot of expensive watercolor paper and I can cast caution to the wind. Where it belongs.

I’m casting this post to the wind in the morning…where it belongs.

Thursday, March 13, 2025 Cats and Leaves

A couple paintings from back in the day:

I copied the cats from someone else’s work, but added my own words. I may have shared this painting on the blog before, but don’t feel like going back and checking. The nice thing is that even if I did, you don’t remember it either, so it’s like you’re seeing it for the first time anyway.


Original artwork and poem.

Hey, speaking of poetry, ten of my poems will be published later this year in a poetry anthology called “I’ve Got A Bad Case of Poetry.” Isn’t that fun? Thank you to those of you who contributed to the Kickstarter campaign.

I’ll probably delete this in the green leaf morning.

Wednesday, March 12, 2025 Gingerbread Man and Other Watercolor Experiments

When I was very young, my parents gave me a little soft gingerbread man which became Very Important for my sleeping routine. I called him “Gingie.” I had to have him in my arms in order to go to sleep. He was an uncomplicated fellow with two felt circles for eyes and a little felt circle for a nose and not much else in the way of expression. Still, he was a comfort to me. Here’s the surprise part: I still have him. He has long since lost his eyes and nose, which gives him a blank look, but it’s less creepy than you might think.

He was sitting around in my craft room waiting for new eyes (it’s been a long wait) and I thought, “Hey, I should do a watercolor painting of old Gingie! How hard could it be?” In truth, it wasn’t terribly difficult, but then I thought, “Hey, I should give him eyes, since he doesn’t have them anymore.” Done. “Hey, I should give him a nose!” Done. Perhaps I should have stopped there, but the train was running down the track by this time and I decided to insert a mouth where he never had one. Then little stitch marks all around the eyes and nose. Looking at those blank brown circles, I thought, “Hey, he really needs pupils in those eyes.” And just like that he went from sweet little gingerbread man to a creature that might give a child nightmares. Poor Gingie.

Here are another couple of watercolor experiments from this last week, ideas I found on Instagram and YouTube.

Original on left, obviously.
Original on left again.

Mistakes were made.

I’ll probably sit in a yellow chair while I delete this in the morning.

Wednesday, February 12, 2025 The Workshop: Impossible House and a Cat

My sister visited recently and we decided to spend a little time watercolor painting. I found a couple paintings on Pinterest to copy and that’s been my artwork for the week.

Original painting by Lynda Hendrickson Shilhanek. My version looks a little wonky if you look at it too closely (and maybe you shouldn’t). The front of the house juts out a bit, but the roof still covers it in an impossible way. Kinda trippy! It was a quick painting and I enjoyed working on it.

Original by Lavinia de Boer. I mostly like how this one turned out, except for the legs and feet. Fortunately, you can’t see the original. Another quick painting!

I’ll probably delete this quick blog post in the morning.

Thursday, October 10, 2024 The “P” Birds

Said the puffin to the penguin
You’ve got a lot of nerve
You waddle around pretending –
We know you’re not a bird!

Said the penguin to the puffin,
Oh goodness, just my luck –
I’ve met an orange-footed fop
Who thinks he is a duck.

Said the pelican to the penguin
Don’t mind this little puffin
He’s lacking in self confidence,
His ego needs some stuffin’

Said the puffin to the pelican
Oh look! A beak with wings!
You could rent that big mouth out
For critters to store their things.

Said the peacock to the pelican
Why bother with this ruffian?
Don’t you know better than
To trade insults with a puffian?

Said the puffin to the peacock
Look whose talking now?
A bird with eyes on his feathers
Is uglier than a cow!

Said the peacock to the puffin
Let’s settle this like birds
We’ll show off what we’ve got
And not rely on words

So the puffin flapped his feet
The penguin wore his tux
The peacock spread his tail
Which was so very deluxe

But the pelican was more clever
He made a wise decision
He opened his mouth wide
And swallowed them with precision.

I’ll probably swallow this post up tomorrow with precision.

Thursday, August 25, 2022 The Dancing Peacock

I recently came across the oil painting I did as a wedding gift for my sister and her husband back in the day. It wasn’t as awful as I remembered, so there’s that. But it’s definitely up there with Weird Gifts. I think it’s safe to say that I was marching to the beat of my own drum. Since I mentioned it on a previous blog post, I thought it only fair to share it with you. (See The Puffin Post)

The best part is the way the peacock is dancing through the tall grasses, perhaps a wedding dance. His feathers are out, so you’ve gotta figure there’s at least peacock romance in the air.

My first and last oil painting, circa 1979.

I’m deleting this after doing the peacock dance in the tall grasses in the morning.