Lovely morning with a brunch at my youngest son's home with three moms present, including my daughter and daughter-in-law, and four of my six grandkids. The sun decided not to come out today, but we chattered non-stop and ate yummy waffles, sausage and fresh fruit and reminisced, of course. Now my former son-in-law is spending the afternoon and my eldest son called from Washington. Life is good!
And I've just spent the last few hours finishing an art journal page I've been layering for a week: Sacre Bleu. I've just completed Christopher Moore's novel Sacre Bleu, a delightful, dark comedy d'arte about the French painters in the 1800s. It was a wild read but I loved it.
Though I don't wear a lot of blue, my home the last two decades has morphed into a blue palette. I've collected cobalt blue glass for a long time, but a three week house sitting gig in the 1980s in my friend Anita's home, really started a blue and shades of blue trend for me. She was a wonderful decorator and I picked up a ton of ideas from her.
Lately I've been adding dashes of maroon to some of my accessories as well and because of Moore's book, I've been researching the color blue. I'm not a trained artist so I know little about color. Imagine my delight to go to a Friday estate sale and there was an astounding book for $4 called Blue: The History of a Color by Michel Pastoureau. Below is a photo of my Friday "junque" haul, none I need, but hey, a bargain is a bargain. I keep telling myself there could be worse addictions. Because I do largely recycled art these days, I have convinced myself that my junque forays are helping the planet. Yeah, right!
By the way, I got stiffed this weekend by a little old lady in Palos Verdes who had lost her house (according to her) and was agonizing over the memories of each items(s) she was selling to each person. I took a fancy to that little blue and white pitcher on the right which was cracked and poorly repaired. She asked $5, I offered $2 and she took it. I gave her a $20 and she said it had been a favorite she bought in Portugal many years ago and how she never thought her life would come to this. She handed me a bunch of crumpled bills I knew I should count but she was having such angst. When I got to the car I counted and she had shorted me several dollars. Go back? No way. Every time I put flowers in that blue pitcher I'll remember Swedish Susan with her long grey hair telling stories of her travels around the world as she sold her worldly goods. Damn, I'm grateful for my own life.
So, a mom got to have a perfect weekend being with friends, with family, reading, estate saleing, art journaling, and the continual organizing I am also addicted to. What did you do for mom's day?