Kiska keeps leading me to the basement...and more on Ken

Before picture...
After... (Just click to enlarge)...
Isn't this little one below ugly??hahaha...looks like she's wearing a Dr. Denton. She is painted over fabric, and her face is just awful, and her head is pointy- ah, well, it is good to laugh at one's creations...
Mini folkart paintings...


...sorry for the glare.




Alex's repurposed old and new jwelry, a couple of pieces...the gold button on the left, when alone as a button, is not so pretty I think, but I like the way she puts it together. (Sorry, not the greatest shot).
...this is better...
Some bags, (mostly from prints of original artwork)...


Some cards, (mostly from prints of original artwork)...



Futsy little sketches from some years back, that I made into tiny cards...I didn't like them when I 'scribbled', but I like them on these tiny scallopped cards.
Alex made this into a card, from my print.
Alex made these adorable ceramic squares that were magnetized.
A work in progress mini podium. It will have sturdy crepe paper fringe sewn edging. The base is an old piece that Ken cut for me.
The tight rope walker...
A Bilibin print that I will put onto this old transportaion ledger. I love Ivan Bilibin. Look him up. He illustrated so many Russian fairy tale books from the beginning of the 20th century. His work is phenomenal.
Vintage flower pics awaiting there journals. Simple in between the not so simple. Just pretties.
Nicholas is yet missing his school books. Painted over fabric.
So they started to give hubby an appetite stimulant. It's about time! Megase. He even wants to eat the blanket! He's piling in the calories, and building up energy. They said that he was participating more...as he had slacked off since the other hospital w/the severe anemia. He is not at the transfusion point, and his hematocrit and hemoglobin keep inching up, which is good.

His sister Debbie came to town with her wonderful son, Steven, and they took over for the weekend, giving me a break from the driving and letting me putz. I need so much putz-ing, that's for sure. But, of course I miss him every day and will be seeing him again today.....

After applying for disability benefits for Ken, I received a phone call that I would get paid for observing the students for 3 days. ??? It seems that HR forgot to tell me that I was chosen for the long term French/Spanish sub. position for which I had applied in OCt/NOv. I thought that it wasn't meant to be.. Of course this is needed, and will get my foot more in the door. I pray that the kids are good, that I can leave my day behind when I leave the school, and that the salary is better than expected.

OK- So for the last 1 1/2 to 2 years, Kiska, the head kitty around here, keeps asking me to go into the basement with him all the time. For example, this a.m. he asked to go downstairs, and so I called Serge to call him down. But, No, he wants me, always me. So for all this time, every time that he asks me to go downstairs, I feel as if he is leading me to work in the studio area, to get it up and running. Sound crazy? haha.

He was heaven sent, this 'little' kitty, when 6, count 'em, six doctors told me to forget about cats while my oldest tested positive for severe kitty cat allergies. Get a dog, I was told, even from cat loving doctors. Well, Kiska came to us in a snow storm with a severe laceration to his left paw down to the muscle, the size of a large lemon. We brought him to the vet, and searched for his family, but found noone. He ended up with us, and we were ecstatic about it. Alex is fine with himand other kitties. Just a few sniffles, if she is away from them, for about a day.

He goes to the one who is hurting or crying, even overnite visitors, and is truly an angel sent from above. So, I so very strongly feel, that he is pushing me to work down there . We don't even know about our home situation at this point, but are trusting in the man upstairs to steer us in the right direction, as we have always been steered. And even though this is not the time to be talking about scrounging around to put up walls, or using our home depot gift cards to purchase sheetrock, etc, I still get the strongest feeling that that is what I am supposed to do- even if it is in baby steps.

Mind you, I am just barely keeping things clean at this point, so, no, I will not drop everything to work in the basement. But, we all need vegge time, putz time, to clear the mind, to rejuvenate our spirit. For some it is gardening, for others, it is bike riding, and for us gals, it is being creative in some fashion, organizing, and cleaning, planning.

A girl's gotta' dream, right??? I am thankful that I am letting my mind think about other things just a little bit. But, mostly I just wake up crying or thinking of things to be thankful for, because the momentum can just get a bit overwhelming at times. All in God's time.

Have a great day.

xo Lydia

Ok- so we gals were in the kitchen painting, creating etc...