But, I don't like change....

Change is hard.

Change is uncomfortable.

Change is...different.

Change is change.

It is hard to give up control, isn't it?

Today's blog is about my ability (or inability) to accept change.

I have been getting up for the last few weeks 

at an early hour to get on the treadmill.

And I have achieved 20 minutes on that thing as soon as I get up.

I was so proud of that.  

A whole month of getting up every morning and committing to walking...

for 20 minutes.

Did I mention the key words were 20 minutes?

Most evenings I got in 20 minutes at 9 pm, too.

Sometimes "time" just did not permit.

Did you hear that, I didn't have "time".  

Because I didn't want to have time.

But, if you stop and think about it, what else do we have?

We have time.

And how we spend it is completely up to us.

Yes, I have obligations.

Everyone has obligations.

But, if I don't make time to better myself or my situation,

who will?  

What is more important than making sure 

that I have more quality time left in my life?

But, I was comfortable with 20 minutes.  

I didn't sweat.  

I found enough things on the TV to keep me entertained. 

I like 20 minutes.

I have many in-depth conversations on Tuesdays.  

This last Tuesday seemed to be focused on change.

I asked someone why he didn't change his situation 

so that he could be happier in the end.  

(Because, of course it is easier to examine 

some one else's situation and ignore your own)

His answer was that it was just easier to go with the status quo.

It's comfortable.

I remember thinking that all he needed to do was take that first step.

Yes, the change would be hard...but worth it in the end.

Well.

Later on in that day I am having yet another 

conversation and Chad West points out to me that I have

 been doing 20 minutes for a MONTH.  

When was I going to up that number?

I answered that I "like" 20 minutes.

It's comfortable.

I don't like to sweat.

It's bad enough that I have to do it in the first place.

And the list goes on and on...

So, I got up this morning and did 30 minutes.

And I am committing to 30 minutes in the evening.

I want to spend time with my family 

and friends and be healthy while doing it.

I like the high that I get from taking care of myself.

I will make this change.

Let's do this Sherry, 

let's take care of our own issues 

and 

leave other's to do the same.

We all have our journeys in this life, with our own decisions.

This is my decision.

I will change.

My love to all.

Have a great day.

Sherry

Noodles....and Grandma's house

Good morning, my friends.

Welcome to my little corner of the world.

I hope this morning finds you healthy and in a warm place.

I am "reporting" in from Zionsville, today.

Originally I wasn't scheduled to work 

(can you call this work?) 

in the 

ART IN HAND Gallery today. 

But, my day to day life path has taken a jog and here I am.

A few weeks ago I decided to take a "real" job 

in addition to 

my Sherrill Studios business.

I was concerned about being able to stay in the Galleries 

due to my work schedule, but it has worked itself out.

You can still find me in the 

ARTWORKS Gallery 

(210 N. Main, Kokomo, IN)

on Tuesdays.  

And I will be working assorted weekend days 

in the ART IN HAND Gallery

(211 S. Main, Zionsville, IN).

SO.....here I am.  

I thought I would set down for a minute 

and get this done before I paint. 

On my way to Zionsville this morning 

I stopped in Hortonville to visit the "girls". 

If you know me, you know that I have a "thing" about cows.

These beautiful ladies had been milked 

(about 4:30 in the morning) 

already and were waiting on their hay. 

I so enjoyed seeing them in their environment, 

the worn wood and their huge dark eyes. 

SO many textures.  

My father would say that those lovely ladies were as slick and fat as moles.

They are well taken care of.

For me, this is home.

As a kid I spent more time in this environment 

than in the house.  Of course we had horses instead, but the

smells and sounds take me back to another time.

Kind of like noodles and Grandma's house.....

Sounds crazy, huh?

We didn't have cows (don't think I didn't beg for them).

My dad grew up hand milking more than a dozen cows twice a day.  

He was NOT interested, 

thanks for asking.

After I finish this blog I am going to go paint on my newest painting.  

I stopped working on this last fall when 

my 4 yr old grand daughter asked me 

why the donkey was looking at tomatoes.

Hey, if a preschooler thinks those apples are tomatoes...

then you as an artist are in trouble.

So today I am going to work at fleshing out this painting 

and making those apples more appropriately shaped.

I finished this guy a few evenings ago.  

I am going to hang him in the Gallery here in Zionsville. 

Chin Whiskers

 oil painting

16 X 12 inches before framing

$300

 Now that I work during the day at my "real job", 

painting has to happen in the evenings 

and when time permits on the weekends.

I am going to have to learn how to use my time wisely.

Did I just hear my mother's words coming out of my mouth?  

Oh my gosh....was I really listening to her?

Popcorn Sutton
oil painting
8X10 before framing
 $300

 I am also going to put this painting in the Gallery in Zionsville. 

This gentleman's name is Popcorn Sutton.  

I saw a documentary on moonshiners and 

found myself wanting to paint him a few summers ago.

Mr. Sutton is now deceased.  

Well if I am going to get any painting done, I had better get at it.

I want to leave you with this thought.

Today is what we make of it.  

Not everyone was given the 

opportunity to wake up today.

Use this day to it's fullest.  

It was a gift.

See ya!

Mustaches & Monocles....oh my!

Hello!
Whew, what a season.  
Somedays I wonder how I made it out alive. 
 (that was an attempt at humor)
Today is January 8th, 2013.
I started to write a blog a few weeks before Christmas, 
but time just got away from me.  

So...
here is what I did have written from December 11th, 2012:

CHRISTMAS IS ON THE WAY

Christmas sheep

I thought I would take a few minutes out of this day for a visit.

We are busy, busy....busy at our house.  

As, I am sure, you are too.

Where to start?  

Al's barbershop Christmas sing-outs have started with a vengeance.  

And, of course, he woke up this morning with a scratchy throat.

He has events to sing at almost daily for the next two weeks.

Let's see...

today is the 11th....

Christmas is in 14 days..

yeah, that makes sense. 

Can you tell my skills are lacking?

I am an artist (some say), 
not a mathematician (all say).

So ...he is singing at The Continental Ballroom today for the lunch time.

This is Fred & his friend Abel. They are quite a pair, don't you think?

My friend Fred is taking a group

 over for the lunch buffet there today.

Good food, good company...good music.

My wall space at Artworks Gallery.

AND DONE.

That's it.

That is as far as I got.  

________________________________________________

We have so much to talk about.

Where to start.... 

where to start?

This is our favorite 4 year old making cookies for her folks for Christmas.

December had some sweet, 
wonderful memories in it & 

it had some hard times, 
too.

_________

First of all let's talk about business...

Business is good!

The month of December was definitely a good one for Sherrill Studios.

Three paintings were sold! 

Sold out of the Artworks Gallery.

Shipped out to Texas.

Sold out of Art In Hand Gallery.

and untold millions (a stretch...maybe) 

of clay figures were sold.

This is a penguin dressed as Batman.  

Check out his little utility belt and six pack.

December was just beyond chocked full of things to do 
and things that had to be done, ya know?  
I went into complete overload several times.

We attended our favorite four 
year old's Christmas program.

The little boy behind her was unhappy.  

She kept trying to shush him (she was not successful, btw).

I started selling clay mustaches and monocles at the 

Pepperwhistle Restaurant.  Go check them out.

(http://pepperwhistle.com/)

This is Michael West
"Baker Extraordinaire" 

Chad West
"Super-duper souffle chef"...seriously!

Al needed to try out the new top hat,
so why not throw on a monocle, too?
(The mustache is his)

Go there & eat.
Good stuff.
My favorite is the Jester souffle. 

On December 16th 
I took pictures at the wedding of 
Brad & Candy Hensley. 

That was quite an enjoyable day.  


L & I got to make a trip to Easy Acres 
and 
see the man in the big red suit. 

The Big L giving her list to her favorite man.

Meanwhile at Rural King...

Under the heading of Crazy things...
There are some things that you just never see 
unless it is the Christmas season.  
Like this poor burro.  
I kind of felt sorry for him.  
He was standing there by the popcorn machine, 
wearing a hat and to add insult to injury, 
there was a poodle on his back (also wearing a hat).
Only in Kokomo, Indiana.

Christmas Eve was a wonderful time.  
Al & I went to the candlelit service at our church. 
It was just beautiful.  
We sang Christmas hymns & were 
reminded of the true meaning of the season.
As we drove home on that cold quiet evening,
I remembered my grandparents 
and how much I missed them at this time of the year. 
I also thought about how grateful I was for my life and the people in it.  

Christmas came right on time.
Just as expected.
Presents were opened.  
Food was eaten. 

Naps were taken.

My brother Matt opening his gift.

It was quite a day.  
And then it was over for another year.
After thinking of my Grandparents and 
how they had played key roles in my life, it made me
wonder if I would hold that same place 
in my Grandchildren's hearts.

I hope so.

Being a Grandparent gives us a second chance 
to make a difference in a child's life.

Me and my barrel of Grandmonkeys.

I took the winter portion of Johnna's seniors pictures.
Her Boy Eric came along for the session.

And now for the bittersweet part of my December.
There are a group of people who I have known forever.  
We went to school together, 
hung out together in each other's homes 
and shared births of babies as well as tragedies.

Evidently we have reached that age where 
we now will be sharing the loss of our parents.
I didn't really realize this fact until just a few months ago.  
There have been several losses in just the last few weeks.

When we were kids our parents were people 
who would be there with us forever. 
It was just a given.
Now we are having to face the fact that they are going to 
leave us at one point or another, 
whether we are ready for it to happen or not.  

Since I was the first born in my family, 
my parents are only 20 years older than me.  
Some of my friends have parents who are older 
and are dealing with the challenges 
of their parent's needs, now.  

Anna's parent's were my grandparent's age.  
The Flynns were wonderful people who opened their home 
to me and to many other of their children's friends.  
I will remember them fondly for the rest of my life. 
Anna has lost both of her parents and her brother in a year.  
Anna is strong.
Because she had to be strong.

I am so glad that she had the time with her mom that she had.

90 years old & opening presents.

Al's quartet got to sing for Gladys' 90th party.

Will I be as strong when I have to deal with these things?
I hope so.
I am just not ready.  
Are we ever?

So, there it is.  
The highs and the lows of my 2012 Christmas season.
I wonder what this year will bring?

My best to you and yours.
See you soon.