Saturday, June 29, 2013

Recipe for enchantment under glass


Recipe for enchantment under-glass.  Take one glass pedastal cake dish (purchased at tag sale for five dollars), add a couple handfulls of  moss, two fairy figurines( generously given to me by a friend),   two or three mini Christmas trees, a strand of battery operated lights and sprinkle in a poem by Mr.Yeats and voila, a magical feast for the eyes. Click on the image to enlarge.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

 
 
I need to locate a copy of this magazine.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

 
 
So, I've had this idea rattling around in my head for a while to copy this Shel Silverstein poem onto my  trash can. It came out ok. I just did it with a Sharpie and didn't draw any guidlines like I should have but sometimes I do things in haste. It is from  Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out. I changed two lines , one because I messed up the other as an homage to Doctor Who.

Monday, June 24, 2013

 
 
 
 

WAY TOO MUCH FUN AT WORK.

Sunday evening I was standing and talking to my neighbor Syb in her driveway. I must have been standing right on top of an ant-hill because I felt a tiny pain in my toe and looked down to see my feet sprinkled with sesame seed sized  brown ants. I kicked off my sandals and ran and smacked  at my feet and ankles and spun around and slapped at them and brushed at them till I was free of the little demons.
     Later that night I did glance at my toes from time to time to see if any swelling would result from my formic acid injection administered by that posse of ant attackers , but I was fine. No panic.

Hey, has there ever been an ant based super hero, like Spiderman?(must be) Maybe I could be Antwoman or as Dave suggested Antlinda.  I would possess Ant powers: able to lift 100 times my own weight while standing upside down.I would be super diligent and I guess I would solve the world's hunger crisis with my  incredible farming abilities I learned from my Uncle Milton.

  Whenever my energy gets low all I would have to do is go stand on another ant hill and let the ants bite my toes to re-charge.

OPOSSUM IN THE HANDMAIDEN