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I awoke this morning thinking about the August Polaroid Project I did in Aug.'07 and so I scanned this page and thought about summer, warmth, garden veggies and the sounds of summer bugs. I'm curious why I thought of it?

I also thought about how I want today to be quiet, how the morning light was landing on the wall in a different place, what I want to accomplish today in the studio {insert long list here}, and the prospect of new possibilities.

I feel things are about to change and I think about this fact while I'm walking to and fro, and realize that I have named this feeling. Does the naming make it more or less true I wonder? Who knows, but it gives me a strange mix of wonder and apprehension.

Tomorrow, a yellow arrangement.

What's fluttering in your thoughts today, I wonder?

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This photo was originally a Noticing Project alternate for this day but I am "multi-tasking" and using it for Erin's week of yellow. It's fun to see the list of participants. And if your day was lacking in smiley faces, and daffodils or if you just need a dose good ol' sunshiny cheer check out the flickr group. It will turn that frown upside down.

Oh, and thank you for all your comments on my "grandmother's aprons" post. They turned my frown upside down too. :)

grandmother's aprons

top photo } l > r : my grandmother's sister, my aunt, my grandmother {and yes, she always looked this pretty}
lower photo } my grandmother's apron

Good morning glory,

That's the way my grandmother would always greet us of a morning, in a sing-songy voice. How could you not wake up happily to that voice and the smell of bacon and eggs frying in the kitchen? As children, my sister and I would stay with my grandparents for a week or so in the summers filling our days with riding big wheels, swinging in the backyard, playing croquet, eating cut veggies and ranch dressing for lunch, and just having a good time.

This past Friday my Dad sent me three aprons that belong to my grandmother. I felt slightly overwhelmed when I unwrapped that tissue paper, as if I was looking at someone I used to know and hadn't seen in a long time.

Up until a few weeks ago my grandparents' lived on their own in the house my Dad and Aunt grew up in. Now my grandmother is living in a care facility {and apparently having a grand time!} and Granddaddy is still at home taking care of their two rather large cats.

I have always had a thing for aprons. Whether they are my mom's kitchen aprons, my dad's clay aprons, or one of my grandmothers'. I feel wearing someone's apron is like looking at their handwriting. It seems to draw you closer to that person in a way I'm not sure how to explain. Like they are hugging you wherever you go.

I wore one of grandmother's aprons around the house yesterday as I worked hoping I would feel inspired to clean a little better. I don't know if that theory really panned out but I did think of my grandmother and the memories we share.

Oh yeah, this bit of yellow is for Erin's week of yellow {which probably officially starts Monday but this felt like a Sunday post to me}. And the story, well the story is just because.

Thanks Dad for sending the aprons, I know you knew I'd love them.

Happy Sunday friends,
H

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plastic animals | plastic animals fall down {when you trip over the roll of paper on which they're set}

} I just ordered these tiny toys from a sweet local etsy shop and plan to incorporate them in new drawings this spring.
} Will you be participating in Erin's yellow week? I may simply share some squeaky clean yellow here next week...
} I'll have a 'table' at the new "Affordable Art Market" at Poppytalk Handmade opening Monday and I'm so looking forward to being part of that again. I hope to celebrate by adding a few more new pieces to the shop. {I did add a handful of new watercolors this week, but forgot to tell you.}

Do you have anything planned for the weekend? I have some over-ripe bananas hollering at my mixing bowl and bread pan.

Happy Friday!
H