Just Chatting

 

Did you get to see the eclipse this morning?  I woke up at 3:30 and went outside. It was pretty nice to see it and then watch it through the binoculars. I felt much better when it was past and the moon was bright again. It is a very pretty moon don't you think?

 

I keep thinking I will get some new rugs drawn out. I have a lovely fall pattern I would like to hook before fall turns into that mad rush before Christmas. I had a request from someone who wanted me to put some more chicken rugs in my store.

 

I have always loved art and drawing and painting. I love making things. The problem is,  the voices in my head. The voices in my head are my biggest critics and thankfully, being surrounded by encouraging, creative and talented people, the voices are beginning to get quieter. The other day, when the lovely lady gave me a five star review in my store. I felt like I had been given such a gift. The voice that says, " Never in all of the years I have taught art, have I had a student without one drop of artistic talent." Then someone who asked for something I drew. I tell you, I laugh and laugh to myself.

 

I have a friend who had written about 15 books. She said one day that every time she publishes a book she remembers her English teacher who said, " She would never be a writer she didn't have the skills or the brains." When I was a young Mom and my then four year old daughter brought me a drawing. I said, " Oh those are nice ants." She looked crushed and said, " They aren't ants Mom, they are people." To this day, she has the hardest time drawing people. She hears my comment in her head. I think today, how easy it is to give compliments and say nice things. Why do you think people like to say and live in a negative way to other people? I have been thinking of this a lot.

 

I always am glad when I realize that it is Wednesday. One of the bloggers that I would say has been my friend the longest as a blogger. I am always so happy because she  posts on Wednesday, " Whistlers on Wednesday, The Run *A* Round Ranch, keeps me on track with the days. 

 

I hope you have a lovely day.

~Kim~

Windy Nights

Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he,
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.

R.L. Stevenson