Disintegrating bundle project

I have been thinking a lot about my blog... about what's happening in this little corner of blogland.The fact is that you don't need to see any more pictures of fresh bread or fresh flowers/vegetables. Sooo, I'm ditching pride. That's a fast ride to nowhere. I'm going to use this space to show what I'm discovering as I try to grow my creative side. What I need from you is helpful (i.e.specifically negative/positive) comments along the way. Love (or hate) a color? Have a better idea for guerrilla art? Think that something just doesn't work? Tell me... please. (Don't want your comment published? Tell me!)

Yesterday, I started a 90-day experiment. It's called a "disintegrating bundle" - a bundle of  random papers, wired to book board and hung outside to be battered and beaten by the elements, the animals, whatever is out there. On October 26, I hope to be in possession of distressed papers that will add interesting character to any project.

The bundles are hanging on a post-season mulberry tree. (Would have been interesting to see the added color during the berry season, huh?) 
 

If nothing else, it may give the woodchucks something besides our cars to chew on. What a novel idea.

Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend. Proverbs 27:17

Haircut week> haircut day> guerrilla!!

This is haircut week... "haircut day" being one of my favorite days of the month. It is one day that I can count on being a sneaky depositor of guerrilla art. I mean... when I'm at home the audience is pretty limited, and frankly, no one is surprised! So, haircut day is pretty special.

This week I planned to have my purse loaded with "goodies", but you can't make paint and glue dry faster by glaring at it. (I tried... it does no good.) By Wednesday, there were two dry, finished pieces of "art" in my purse ready to find new homes.

                                          

I never dreamed that the combination of a vintage Bingo card and Psalm 62 would work so well. This was my first stab at using the Bingo cards for guerrilla art. It was fun.

And then, my supply of library cards continues to satisfy. I am careful in my use of these cards.... I only have about 1800 left.

Somewhere out there, two verses are accomplishing the mission God has intended. Or, maybe they are still awaiting discovery. In the meantime, I need to put final touches on the now dry, half finished projects on my worktable. My purse is feeling pretty empty right now.

Thy word is very pure: therefore thy servant loveth it. Psalm 119140

Buy one, get one free

It always takes two cars to deliver one car to the repair shop... and since we were both out, together, my dearly beloved suggested we check out the best of our local shopping possibilities... a thrift shop. "Thrift shop" in my world means books! so of course I happily went along with the idea.

I was rewarded for being such a good wife. The first sign I spotted on the bookshelves said, "We are being overtaken by books! Help us solve the problem. Buy 1 book for 29 cents, get the second book free!"

When I am shopping, nothing lights my fire faster than the absence of a dollar figure in the price. Add "free" on top of that? Icing on the cake! I was determined to find two good books.

The first book was a picture dictionary. Cute, colorful. For 29 cents? Yep - mine. Now to find the free book.

Nothing... nothing.... how can there be nothing? I'm not even being picky!! We're talking free!

And then... there it was. Mother Goose and Nursery Rhymes. With wood engravings by Philip Reed. It is a beautiful book. A special printing by the artist for his friends for Christmas 1970. Look at these
samples of the artwork...

Nearly every page begs to be framed. I love this book. Yesssssss!

Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God... I John 3:1

The Fourth of July arrived and disappeared with the sparkler speed... just slow enough to really enjoy the bright events throughout the day. As many of our kids (and their kids) that could, met in Toledo for our annual bash.

We had a great time eating and swimming and then river walking. What? You thought I meant along the river? No, this was Bytwerk style... in the river!

All that exercise demanded more eating and then the usual birthday cake - for birthdays, both early and late.

For me it was a hilarious, wonderful, joy-filled day. Everything from a dog rolling across the driveway in her portable kennel to hugs to hearing a grandson tell me of his current preoccupation - "loving God." 

A day like that is a treasure indeed.
                    

To think all this started with two simple "I do"s on July 4, 1968.

I will sing of the mercies of the Lord for ever: with my mouth will I make known thy faithfulness to all generations. Psalm 89:1