(Hey, don't limit yourself... if you're not comfortable with a calligraphy pen... Write a letter in crayon, pencil, lipstick, anything; just go write to someone... you'll be glad you did! Happy New Year, ya'll!)
I hope you are all taking time for yourselves at this really stressful, busy time of year! I'm going out today to do what is pretty much my first, and hopefully only, big shop of the Christmas season! I don't know what happened to me! It's sort of like I fell into that "Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm" persona I keep stored away, where I don't think about the issue at hand much at all, and when I do, I just keep thinking "it's all going to work out just fine!"... only, it doesn't always work out even close to fine!!! So yes, I'm getting a bit nervous and am feeling somewhat stressed this morning! I haven't walked the dog yet, I haven't showered yet (yuk!), I haven't cleaned the litter box yet (even yukier!), and I'm supposed to drive my hubby to physical therapy and then meet my daughter back here at home by 10:45. I'm in some deep dodo, and I'd better get going!
Here's to a safe and happy holiday shopping experience, four days before the big day!!! Wish me well!
Copyrighted artwork by Kathy McCreedy, may not be used without artist's permission.
This beautiful Christmas photo was taken by my nephew Russ Laughlin, who lives outside New Orleans, LA, in a little town called Abita Springs... Russ' mom is Lois, my older sister, who can be seen in yesterday's post! Russ and his wife Shellie are expecting their first child this April, and we are all SO excited!
Today's post is in response to Michelle Ward's Street Team Challenge #15...
This is my older sister, Lois, and me in Fort Walton Beach, FLA in 1963. Lois was 17 years old when I was born and was more like a mom to me than my actual mother was... I adored her! Lois and my three older brothers lived in Alaska prior to moving to Florida with my parents, and then SURPRISE... along came Kathy! I always like to say they saved the best for last, :D. My siblings moved much, much more than I did with our parents, and I always envied them for that!
My dad was the Base Commander at Eglin Air Force Base where I was born. Not too long after my fifth birthday we moved to a teeny weeny town in northern Florida, along the border with Alabama, called Graceville. My dad had retired from active military service and had taken a post in a consultant type role at Ft. Rucker Army Base, near Dothan, Alabama. We lived in Graceville for about three years and then moved to Dothan, Alabama for approximately four months.
In 1968 my dad took a position in Civil Service working for the Air Force and moved us to Battle Creek, Michigan, home of Kellogg's cereal. I had no idea what people meant when they said we were moving "Up North"; all I knew was I was really, really anxious to see snow!
My favorite house of my entire life (so far), was the house we lived in, on Goguac Lake, outside Battle Creek, in a little 'burb called Lakeview. We lived in Lakeview through my High School years, when I went to Bronson School of Nursing & Western Michigan University in Kalamazoo, Michigan.
It was in Kalamazoo that I met my first husband and moved to Chicago with him, where we lived for about a year and a half. I loved Chicago SO much, but my husband missed his family and friends in the Detroit area, so we moved to Birmingham, Michigan and started a family there.
We split up, and I've stayed here all these years because we had two children together, and they needed to be near their dad and his family. I've remarried and now live in Southfield, Michigan, a suburb of Detroit... my second (and best) husband has a great little Craftsman style bungalow in Royal Oak, another suburb of Detroit, that we are in the process of rennovating and possibly adding on to.
Lately it seems early Sunday mornings have become my sort of sacred time in my studio, and I love it. The past two or three Sunday mornings have been spent painting tyvek and making greeting cards and envelopes. It sounds sort of trivial, perhaps, but it is something I really enjoy doing. Painting the tyvek is soothing in its own way, and then cutting it into envelopes and glueing it down to card fronts is just so much fun! Maybe it's just that I am taken back to my childhood, painting and glueing and cutting things out, I don't know... just simple pleasures that bring me joy.
Unfortunately this card was made for a client of mine who's daughter killed herself recently. Having had a brother take his own life, I can empathize with this family. No matter how much you try to help someone who is depressed, no matter how much you love them, you cannot prepare yourself for suicide. It hits you like a wall of bricks crashing down around you... and it leaves you feeling raw and exposed for such a long time. Suicide is not a subject that is really brought up very often in polite conversation, and twenty years ago it was talked about even less... so there is a tremendous sense of shame associated with suicide. After my brother died, I just did not feel comfortable talking about it, and I know others certainly did not feel comfortable asking about the circumstances of his death. So families who lose a loved one to suicide don't get to talk about it like they should, and I think that's the real shame.