Crazy how things can take you back in time; little things like sounds, tastes, smells, etc. Thanks to the iPhone, hubby and I have a new game. It was a happy accident of looking for a song on his phone by typing in some lyrics. Before we knew it we were taking turns finding clips of songs we remembered as kids. There was also a fun game of guess who with songs like Unchained Melody which have been recorded by hundreds of different artists. Generally, I stink at this because I’m terrible with names of artists and actors, but I got several. Before we knew it we were just giggling and reminiscing. Today I’m listening to the soundtrack of The Man From Snowy River as a result of our goofing around. I forgot how much I liked it and am amazed at how many memories it brings back. Music is a powerful device.
A few weeks ago I went looking for some denim I knew I had somewhere for a project. As I stumbled through storage containers I found a welcome surprise in the box of cut out denim jean pockets:
This was my first stab at oil painting years ago. I found I really enjoyed it! Good old Bob Ross made it look so easy I found myself trying it along with him.
Sometimes it’s good to remember. I think I’ll tackle taste memories next…
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I was introduce to Julian Beever via e-mail this morning. I didn’t know anything about him or his works but I can say I’m truly inspired!
This one of a Coke bottle was one of my favorites! Is he not amazing?!
This is definitely one of the best things about the technology of sharing things online. Go visit the links and then tell me which are your favorites!
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Just seeing this picture brings back a flood of memories from the furniture to the carpet to the costumes. These are happy years for me, years from my childhood.
Part of this little girl is still inside me, she represents the dancer in me. I remember the thrill of getting ready for a recital, of dancing in front of an audience. I took lessons in tap, ballet, jazz and eventually ballet on pointe from the time I was about 5 or 6 until I was in high school. I miss it.
When my daughter was four I enrolled her in a summer ballet class. I sat in on one of the lessons and realized that I was more qualified in most ways than the teacher instructing them. I entertained the idea for a short while of doing it from my home as many other mothers I knew were interested. But something held me back, the same something that kept me from teaching the way my mother suggested when I was in high school. I guess the reality is that sometimes we’re far more critical of ourselves and our abilities than we recognize and so we limit ourselves.
I still pull several dance steps out of the closet and dust them off from time to time. I repeat instructions in my head for timeless classics like the time step - shuffle, hop, step. flap step….and the feet follow along obediently even in the quiet seclusion of my computer chair. I remember watching Flashdance as a youth and being utterly inspired. White Nights was another dancing movie I remember well - Baryshnikov is amazing. Dancing is like a secret love affair for me, only now I watch it from a distance and smile.
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