Terrible blogger

I am such a terrible blogger, I think o I am going to do better this time and then months go by. I really should be better at this sense I have an endless amount of randomness that goes through my head at all times of the day.....

Wise Women Strong Women of the Appalachian

Wise Women Strong Women of the Appalachian

Wise Women Strong Women of the Appalachian

Wise Women Strong Women of the Appalachian

Our new puppy

Ahh the joys of having a little puppy in the home... This little guy who does not have a name yet is an adventure. He is like a little baby who has his days and nights mixed up. He was sleepy during the first two days with us, then all of a sudden last night he came to life. 1:00 am mind you.. lolol I am awaken by his barking and growling at Boltz the cat in an attempt to get him play. Then Boltz is hissing and growling and chasing  the puppy. Is he daunted? No, not one little bit!

Puppy sees that I am awake and he bounds over to me barking and wanting to play. He grabs up a small throw rug and begins to wrestle it. Barking, growling, rolling, having a grand ole time. This goes on for at least an hour, playing with his rope, playing with the rug, tugging James boots into the living room, tugging on my blankets, he is just going and going until all of a sudden he hit the floor exhausted and what does he do? He finally falls into a dream filled slumber and all is finally quite and I can finally find my way back into the dream world..... Such are the joys of a puppy, sure hope he sleeps tonight.😉

Here kitty, kitty, kitty

WIP of a very pretty kitty.....

My new friend

Say hello to my new little friend, he spent the first day unsure of what had happened to him. He seemed to say what is this strange place? We have not decided upon a name yet, but I like Jacob and Samson, I think they are good strong names for a strong little guy. I am watching him lay in the floor in front of the couch where James is laying, they are both napping. The little guy woke up this morning wanting to play, he seemed to be saying, I am okay and I think I will like it here.

The birth of a painting

A painting starts with a concept or idea, sometimes a desire to honor another. This painting began its life as a desire to honor one parents. These are the parents of a client who follows my work on facebook. This will be a Christmas present for his parents who have been together over 50 years.