Monday, January 27, 2014

I am over it.


There is a beauty to winter.
You tend to see things in a different mind set.



But, I am over it.
I am tired of shoveling.
I am tired of wet socks.
I am just OVER IT.


I think I am in the winter doldrums. 



Here lately in the great state of Indiana
it seems that we are under a constant expectancy of snow 
or dangerous cold or some other winter-y complication.

I didn't get my bike put away.

But, after all...it IS WINTER in Indiana.

Frost on the bathroom window. 
It is warm and cozy in our house and for that I am truly thankful.

Henry enjoying the view

I have kept my fingers busy working on pieces
to sell through my studio.

I have gotten several contacts in the last two weeks
about commission paintings.
It seems that I will be painting my much loved animals again, soon.
 
Eskimo study has been started

I have also been working on beading necklaces of an evening.


I make the pendants out of polymer clay and use them in jewelry.
It is a nice outlet for my time and I enjoy all of the colors and shapes that you can get in glass beads.

This is what you get when you mix polymer clay with shaved crayon  

It is almost addicting.  
And this takes my mind off of not being able to enjoy the outdoors. 

I have learned several techniques.
These are hollow pod beads.  


I love making tiny little flowers.  It takes some patience, that's for sure.


This pendant has a heart inserted in the hollow space.
My thought was that we all have space for love.



Close up of red heart with flowers.

Transparent polymer clay with blue and purple crayon shavings mixed in.

This is for a person with a broken heart that needed mending.

Of course these are all available for sale.
You can see them at 
Artworks Gallery
210 N. Main
Kokomo, IN

Or

You can contact me through Sherrill Studios on Face Book.
The pendants are aprox. 2" in size.
The cost of these all falls within $20 to $30 range.
Valentine's Day is coming.
Hint....hint

______________________

Well, back to winter.
Winter with it's cold beauty and endless illnesses.  

Granddaughter Gallery  
Sick at Grandma's house.

Notice the gloves?
My little drama queen would not take off her new mittens
even if she was throwing up.
She sat on that couch for hours hugging that waste basket.

Our baby grand daughter finally has enough hair for a pony tail.
Doesn't that just make you smile?
 
I wish you all well. 
I wish you health & happiness.
I wish you warmth.
And most of all.....dry socks!

See you again soon.


Monday, January 20, 2014

Spring will come


Curly Bill 

It was pointed out to me that I hadn't written in a long time.

I opened my blog up last night 
and by golly 
it has been a long time!

And you know what?
A lot of life as been lived in those months. 

So grab a cup of coffee and let's get started.

We have lived through a wedding in the house in October. 
My son is now a married man.
This is hard for his mother to believe 
as she still sees him as her 6 year old boy.

I wish them many blessings.
And 
we look forward to more grand babies!








We had Thanksgiving at our house this year.  
That was fun. 



Our area lived through a tornado in the month of November.
It was pretty close to our house (even closer to Read's apt.).
Funny, I can't remember now if the tornado came before 
Thanksgiving or after...
things kind of run together.



Then it was time for Christmas.
The big L as Santa.
I had quite a few commission pieces that I needed to get done during the month of December.
There were days when I wondered if I would get it all done.  

Sherrill Studios is bopping right along.  
We sold polymer clay holiday themed earrings from 
October through Christmas and did pretty well.



Here are a few of the pieces commissioned in December.

For some reason there was an owl theme this year.
Owl w/clarinet

Owl w/flute

Owl w/game controller

Owl w/ saxophone 
Teacher owl w/ ruler and pencil

French bulldog on a rug


I finished and delivered several commissioned paintings.
Here is one of them.






And then
we celebrated
 Christmas!


The big L made sugar cookies at Grandma's house. 

 This one had some cranial issues.

Grandpa Temby enjoyed the tester cookies.

We had Christmas at Grandma & Grandpa Scott's house.

Grandma Scott made sure there was enough pie to go around

Little E enjoyed all the attention.

Little E's great uncle Matt had a moment of deep thought with her.

Sorry to say, this Grandma (Temby) lets them jump on the mattress in the clay room.
It's lots of fun.

She just needed a moment with her Great Grandpa.  
 Some days I wish that I could just climb up in his lap 
and he could make all of my concerns go away.


These last few photos are from the
"putting away of Christmas".
Oops.







These are the really old ones that were handed down from Al's parents.








I also got to visit with our school mates 
that came "home" for Christmas. 
What a wonderful time it is when you can let go 
and just be yourself with people who have known you forever.

We got to visit with Denny
and then we got to visit with Lisa & David.


Ok, I think that I am caught up to the beginning of 2014.
Thank you for hanging out with me on such a sunny winter day.

Spring will come.  

I keep repeating that to myself as I look out over the snow 
covered yard with a cup full of coffee in my hand.  
Just like Spring I will see you again, soon.

Spring will come.  

Stay warm and look forward with hope.


Spring will come.

Monday, August 26, 2013

A day at Winding Creek


Hello, my friends.

I hope you are well.  It's Monday again.
It seems like those Mondays come faster & faster.

Today, I am bringing you photos from the 
event I attended this last weekend.



This is Bob Auth.  He is one of the people who put on this event.  You have to love this hat.

My parents and I 

were at the

WINDING CREEK BLUEGRASS FESTIVAL

outside of New London, Indiana.


This is my mom and her first cousin Alice Daily.

Because the festival is so close to Russiaville, 
it was like old home week.

I feel like I knew more people than I didn't know.

This is the big "O" meeting...Oberholtzer, that is.
Cory Wentz and Wayne are sitting in the back of the ambulance.


I didn't set up a booth this year.  

I brought a few paintings
to represent my work, an easel, a blank canvas 
and some business cards. 

I spent the day painting
and talking to people about 
anything and everything.




There was a nice crowd.  
The stage was set up in a shady spot.


Read & his Grand-dad had a nice visit while he set up the tent.


I need to publicly thank Read (my son) for the
 "put up" and "take down" of the tent that I loaned my folks. 
I could not have done either without him.
Sons are wonderful people.
Especially mine.  


There were people with instruments everywhere.

A breeze kept the temperature down.

There was even music wafting up out of the woods. 




I sat in the sun to begin with.  

It got to be a little much.  




I took a photo of my progress before I moved to the shade. 



Dad spent the afternoon working on a guitar strap made of Elk hide
and making sales.  


There was machine cranked ice cream.  Pretty interesting operation.  

I remember hand cranking ice cream.  It seemed like it would never be done. 


These are the folks who made the ice cream.  

What a lovely instrument.  I wish I could play one.


Another great hat.  I'm a sucker for men in interesting hats.

There were a nice assortment of vendors.  This one came in
from Kentucky for the weekend.


Doesn't get any better than this.


I saw a few of our four legged friends there.



I have no idea what the discussion was here, but I liked their body language...and the hats.




As the afternoon wore on I started to notice 
the children who were there.

I admire children who can just curl up and sleep through anything.  
I wish I could do that.  


Some slept...


some found technology....



and some just.....slept some more.




I wanted to show you some of my Dad's set up.  
As you know he sells some unusual things.  
He is a leather worker, 
but he also buys things to "refurbish".  


I would say that for the most part his dealings 
are in the Western/Americana trade.

My dad is quite the wheeler- dealer.
He could sell ice cubes to an Eskimo. 


I love taking these shots.  
I never really thought about how I held my hands 
until I started taking these mirror photos.




Who doesn't need a spittoon?
Or, for that matter a Bowie knife & sheath?
Spurs anyone?
It amazes me how much of this stuff he sells.  

Tools of the trade.
I had a really nice time at Winding Creek.  
I look forward to being there this time next year. 

If you would like more information about the Festival, 
check it out over on Facebook 
or contact me and I will get you in touch.  


The path out of the festival area.

Well, back out into the real world. 
Monday's comin' ya know.

Thanks again for reading.

Have a good week.