Wednesday, March 28, 2018
Be Emotionally Aware - My 2 am
Monday, March 26, 2018
Thursday, March 15, 2018
Wednesday, March 14, 2018
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
A pretty great day...
Today with Aya
First thing this morning, I had her all gussied up in a cute pony tail and outfit. Wanted to go to the aquarium and see Karl for coffee. It's been a long week inside.
When I realized we were snowed in, we tried on her snowsuit and walked around in the snow for a bit. Then Luna disappeared and gave me a heart attack so I trudged all over the neighborhood with Aya looking for her.
Luna showed up on the doorstep when I got back.
We built stuff and played with puzzles. Then Aya poured her peaches on Luna's back. So I gave them both a spit shine clean up. Same with the floor.
Aya looked like an angel when I cuddled her to sleep (instead of fighting her to go back to sleep if I had tried to put her down) and I held her for forty five minutes. ♥️♥️
When she got up we ate lunch together... Until she threw her eggs at Luna the dog and Charlie the cat and they engaged in gladiator war.
She unloaded the dryer into Charlie's water bowl while I loaded the washer. So I redid the first load.
She took big gulps from my water bottle and spit them all over a horrified sleeping cat. He was so shocked he got doused three times by the time he woke up enough to move.
When putting fresh diapers in the bath room, she hurried and shoved three in the toilet.
I took her by the shoulders and said 'NO. DO NOT PUT DIAPERS IN THE TOILET.'
She studied me seriously, then patted my face gently, leaned in, kissed me on the lips and said "Hi Mommy"
This is exactly my response to her when she has an angry moment.
So... I started laughing and hugged her...
I keep thinking that from her point of view this was a pretty great day. Snow, a walk in more snow with Mom carrying her and helping yell 'Nnnooonnnnaaaaaa!!'. Then a nap cuddled by Mom, snacks and loads of play time.
Life is always about perspective. ♥️
Wednesday, February 21, 2018
Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Monday, February 12, 2018
Saturday, February 10, 2018
Forged by Fire
I have a different relationship with three in the morning these days. I see it now, not as the haunting, the tormentor.
Three in the morning is the stolen hour. The sacred hour. A time of fire that has forged me into someone new.
How many times have I rocked this beautiful child at three am? Tonight she lays relieved and relaxed in my arms, breathing easily, safely in my arms at three am. I think about three mornings when her tummy was tight with bubbles and half her present length. I remember her unfocused eyes, startled and lonely.
Tonight, the moment I scooped her up, she became peaceful, cuddled in my lap.
It is not his job to believe in me. It's isn't anyone's really. I alone hold that responsibility.
Isn't that beautiful, powerful? My thoughts have been jumbled up for months, years, a paraglider's lines caught in the weeds on a steep hill.... and this aha moment tonight laid them out straight, clean and free.
Here by the light of the humidifier, smudged by my palm and clearer than anything I have ever written before.
Take these words as yours.
Three in the morning is the stolen hour. The sacred hour. A time of fire that has forged me into someone new.
How many times have I rocked this beautiful child at three am? Tonight she lays relieved and relaxed in my arms, breathing easily, safely in my arms at three am. I think about three mornings when her tummy was tight with bubbles and half her present length. I remember her unfocused eyes, startled and lonely.
Tonight, the moment I scooped her up, she became peaceful, cuddled in my lap.
It is not his job to believe in me. It's isn't anyone's really. I alone hold that responsibility.
Isn't that beautiful, powerful? My thoughts have been jumbled up for months, years, a paraglider's lines caught in the weeds on a steep hill.... and this aha moment tonight laid them out straight, clean and free.
Here by the light of the humidifier, smudged by my palm and clearer than anything I have ever written before.
Take these words as yours.
Saturday, February 3, 2018
Saturday, January 20, 2018
Moons of Jupiter Necklaces- Miniature Pieces of Art, Each 100% Unique
Handmade, Individually painted miniature pieces of art. Each sealed behind a one inch glass cameo onto a silver toned bezel and then hung on an 18" nylon cord.
Available or now by contacting me via PM
Friday, January 12, 2018
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
Saturday, November 11, 2017
Monday, October 30, 2017
Sunday, September 24, 2017
Color Street Nails - Emily Yates
Welcome friends!
Want to improve your outfit, accent your makeup - feel pretty in yoga pants at 4pm?
;) Color Street can give you the power! May I introduce to Color Street Nails.

The first time I put on my Color Street nail flair was on a day I was not feeling so hot, I was running low on steam. My friend offered me to give them a try and I told her I didn't do my nails anymore. They just didn't survive the application and drying time. Running a home business for A Car Named Katie, chasing after the little busiest wonderful tiny human, multiple daily dishes, nightly Baths - NEED I GO ON LADIES??
"C'mon, just try a nail..."
So I did. Three fingers in a cup was spilled and I left the process to save the floor while tossing a glance at said friend with eyeballs that read 'I told You So'.
As I stood up I inspected.....THEY WERE EXACTLY AS I LEFT THEM. Minutes later I finished each of my fingers and as as my lovely nails flashed up at me they left a mega-watt grin on my face. Giving me such a happy boost of confidence I decided I had to pass the joy onto others.
Best part of all? The jazzy designs have survived the following Two Weeks of yard work, dishes, daily bath time for tiny human and more.
Details:
Color Street is made of 100% Nail Polish and do not have any kind of glue-like adhesive. They apply in seconds with no special tools, require no dry time, and last up to 2 weeks. They are just as easy to remove too - just use nail polish remover!
Color Street products are free of Parabens, Formaldehyde, DBP, Toluene, Formaldehyde Resin, Camphor, Ethyl Tosylamide, and Xylene!
In the photo above, I am wearing Valley Girl. :)
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Friday, September 22, 2017
Wednesday, August 30, 2017
Saturday, August 26, 2017
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
Friday, August 4, 2017
Tuesday, August 1, 2017
Saturday, July 29, 2017
In October (Original Art)
'I'll see you in October'
12" x 24" x 1.5"
Thursday, July 20, 2017
Untamed Sky (Original Abstract Painting)
'Untamed Sky'
12" x 24" x 1.5"
Oil Pastels, Acrylic, Gels, GAC 800, Airbrush Transparent Extender, Gesso/ varnish
Labels:
Desert,
Fly Utah,
Go Outside,
Interior Design,
Landscape Art,
Living Room Decor,
Mountain Painting,
Mt. Olympus Utah,
New Art,
Original Art,
Rock Art,
Utah,
Wasatch Mountains
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
Sunburn (Original Abstract Art)
Tomorrow (Original Abstract Art)
Monday, July 3, 2017
Saturday, July 1, 2017
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
The Journey
A gift in art is the visual history of one's progression. A look back at one's path. When I first began to play with abstracts.... I fumbled... there was too much freedom in strokes unguided by a firm shape or form to use as reference. I tried, tripped, set them down, took a step back, then tried again and again... such a beautiful journey.
The grace of art, is there is often a gentle brutal clear understanding of one's limitations. It was in art I realized I was not special, not unique. That I am just an ordinary person. What is special is that I get to live, to express, to explore. I get to love and be loved. What a humbling and joyful realization.
Someone commented they like my new style, these abstracts I am doing. This person commented that my abstracts are completely different then anything I have ever done before. And I smiled. I thought it was odd but ok.
The allure of art is it can be a glimpse of a world unseen, a world half hidden. It can relay emotions the viewer didn't know they had, expose the grace another may have thought they lost, move a hardened heart to joy. My Abstracts very much are composed of emotion, of time, of unspoken thoughts. I am humbled when another person connects to them... that is such a gift to receive.
The grace of art, is there is often a gentle brutal clear understanding of one's limitations. It was in art I realized I was not special, not unique. That I am just an ordinary person. What is special is that I get to live, to express, to explore. I get to love and be loved. What a humbling and joyful realization.
Someone commented they like my new style, these abstracts I am doing. This person commented that my abstracts are completely different then anything I have ever done before. And I smiled. I thought it was odd but ok.
Then someone else said it.... and someone else.... and someone else. At last I asked a fellow artist about it. Why is this seen as new? I always have focused on a single subjects with patterned background, landscapes (usually pulled from dreams) and abstracts. Then I had a thought, perhaps their question is inadvertently encouragement. Perhaps I have grown that much....
So while the repeated question feels uncomfortable, it it inspired me to look back at prior works and to also look forward, eagerly, wondering how my work may continue to grow.
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