Sitting here in my office/studio ... whatever the hell you want to call it ... and my 48 yr old husband is crawling around on our F%&King roof. He is trying to find a perfect spot to watch the fireworks over the mountains. Sweet Ever Loving Jesus! I am sure he is trying to balance a beer at the same time.
I repositioned myself by the big picture window so I will be sure to see the expression on his face as his body plummets head first into the gravel below. Hell ... maybe the EMT's will be cute! I have my phone right here ... ready to go. I've already dialed the 9-1. I am just holding off on the last 1. How about a few good looking firemen. I'm feeling faint! I better get out of my nasty pajamas and put on some nicer, nasty pajamas. Better put my contacts in too. Shoot ... it could be a long night! I better pack up some snacks so I can keep my energy up.
I had no idea the 4TH of July could be so freaking' fun!
Gotta Go! I hear movement ... and it ain't Santa!
Sorry, I don't have any cool pictures for this post. Maybe I'll go Google Idiot and post some pics tomorrow.
Peace Out!
Jennifer
I have been working like a dog these days!
When I was on Ride The Rockies a few weeks ago ... and so rudely taken away from my muslin and paints ... I had a ton of drive time to ponder new designs and characters.
I spent days tooling through the Rockies enjoying the views. It was twice as sweet this year because I had my VW convertible. You can't even imagine the view climbing up Independence Pass with the top down, the sun shining, air cool enough to wear a light jacket, no guard rails, no shoulder to speak of, while trying not to take out any of the 2,000 cyclists. The ones you have vowed to protect and serve. GOOSE BUMPS I tell ya! Oh ... forgot to tell you my VW is a turbo. Lord have mercy! Did I fail to mention the 10 speaker monsoon sound system. Sweet Home Alabama never sounded so good.
*** Note to self .... switch backs should be taken slowly and with care. NO ... speeding up and fishtailing on the gravel is not acceptable. No matter how great the tunes sound. ****
(One last note ... heard that Lance Armstrong has laid some roots in Aspen. He was spotted on our route the day we climbed Independence Pass. He is now using this killer pass to train on EVERY day. I probably flew right past the guy at one point or another. I hope he liked my choice of music.)
All of this made for some great new ideas. I felt like i needed some time away to refill my creative reservoir. Here are some photos of what I was able to complete since my return. I am hoping to get most of it on Etsy this evening.
Yes ... you do see some Halloween pieces. I am jamming on pumpkins and ghosts this summer. I thought I would put some on Etsy ASAP. The ghosts are not quite finished. I want to bust out the clay and make some spiders so each ghost has a buddy. Stay tuned!
I'm back in the saddle again! Actually ... I have been for a while now. I was so happy to be home and back to my fabric and paints that I totally neglected to post HERE .. on my BLOG ... that I am open again! I have re-listed some items and added a few new ones. I have a whole bunch just waiting to be finished and photographed. I just need to calm down and actually finish something, rather than just bouncing off the wall just because I found a new paint color or designed a new fish that I am madly in love with. This morning I caught myself saying goodbye to Ramona the Cow. She is off to her new home in Concord, MA. I am pathetic.
(The name of this font color is mildew!)
UgLee
We're off! Time for the Annual Ride The Rockies. My husband and I have been part of the staff for this amazing even for over a decade. Click on this link to see the official site ... Ride The Rockies. It's a charitable event and one of the top bike tours in the NATION. The tour is 6 days and 380 miles.
We are part of the 70 volunteer staff members who help the over 2000 bicyclists from point A to point B each day. We look like a traveling circus. The hours are grueling .... sometimes 5 AM to 10 PM. We have endured snow, rain, sleet, hail and some of the most beautiful weather you can possibly imagine.
I now understand why John Denver loved Aspen so much. I thought he just said that because it sounded good in his song. WRONG! I would move there in a heartbeat.
