I recently attended a Scrapbooking day in a nearby town where the Hostess gave us the task to simply dump many of our scrapbooking supplies into a basket and then without looking, reach inside the basket in a “blind grab”. Whatever items were pulled out had to be used to create a scrapbook layout—even if the items did not match.
This fun exercise reminded me of my older sister, Denise.
Denise suffers from an open head trauma, and unfortunately one of the many side-effects is that she has lost her once incredible sense of fashion style. Denise used to dress so beautifully with all the right finishing touches. But now, Well…
Denise never fails to surprise us with her never ending supply of fashion blunders. Sometimes it seems as though she has simply covered her eyes while reaching into her clothing stash and worn whatever emerged from her “blind grab” whether the items matched or not. She struts about proud as a peacock regarding her childish and sometimes outlandish fashion choices where the colors and patterns rarely harmonize. Denise giggles like a school girl about some silly aspect of her attire whether it is her mismatched patterns, or the toddler bows and clips in her hair.
During the early years of her head trauma I remember being extremely embarrassed quite often over my sister’s lack of fashion abilities while in public, but as time has passed I’ve grown to understand her disability and I’ve found myself actually enjoying some of the eccentric styles my dear sister invents.
Over the years Denise’s inability to make more mature fashion choices has taught me both patience and acceptance toward others. I’ve learned to ignore the judging eyes of strangers who observe from afar without even knowing what’s wrong, and to simply have fun spending time with my sister.
Thanks Denise for teaching me it’s okay to color outside of the lines once in a while.
Have a Beautiful Day – Dina
Most of you probably know of this place because of the infamous Folsom Prison that the Late Johnny Cash sang of. However, Folsom is a charming old town with great historical significance in our American heritage. It was one of the very first towns to spring up and take hold during the Great Gold Rush of 1849. (For those not so sporty people, 1849 is where the Football team the 49ers got its name.)
As in every older town, Folsom too has its “Old Town” Historical shopping area teaming with lots of fascinating store fronts; including two of my favorites, a “junk” store of sorts which houses all kinds of authentic vintage jewelries and trinkets; and a delightful chocolatier. I love to stand at the window and watch the chocolates being stirred until there are no longer any air bubbles or lumps—it’s like watching a magical chocolate river flow past as you daydream. Did I mention I love chocolate?
While shopping one day and wondering through various stores in Old Town I stumbled across an ink drawing and though I seemed drawn to it, I didn’t particularly love it. I was determined to search around the store for something I couldn’t live without, but found myself several times wondering back to stand in front of this artwork. Finally, I bought it. $20.00 was a reasonable price for a piece I certainly could live without.
I took it home and began to clean it up in order to decide just the right place to display it when I noticed signatures in both lower corners of the item. On the lower left corner is the artist’s signature in her maiden name. While the lower right holds her signature with her maiden and married names plus the items number. I own number 73 of 300.
Now I’m no art snob, but I do know enough to realize this picture has some value, so I researched the artist online and found that she was a famous Italian Artist from the 30’s and 40’s. I caught my breath and heartbeat in my throat as the information sunk in.
Needless to say, I have an appointment with an art dealer to determine its value. This Junk store find that I didn’t particularly love has fast become one of my favorite items in my home. It was twenty dollars well spent indeed.