Every time you walk out your door there are lessons everywhere. Today, we went to the Penrod Arts Fair held at the Indianapolis Museum of Art.
I’ve only been to one other art fair here in Indy and that was the Talbot Street Arts Fair years ago when I first moved here.
I love art. I think artsy fartsy (and I say that with all due respect) people are pretty awesome, with their seemingly laid back ways and flare for the different or turning the mundane into something extraordinary. Some of the artwork people craft is, to people like me, unimaginable! Just SO much talent, it’s definitely impressive. I couldn’t do or even attempt what they do. I love to paint and create and write and craft, but I certainly don’t think I could make a living doing it.
We didn’t stay for long as my better half – he goes because I ask him to, but he’s absolutely miserable. You can see it in every line on his face and in ever step he takes. No joke, he’s freakin miserable. But he loves me, he tolerates it and he goes, but he’s not happy about it. He thinks that people that would spend $600 on a 8×10 painting of the woods needs their head examined. And I do understand…I really do. He comes from a midwestern family that worked and worked hard for their money and to spend it on something that’s so frivolous is simply not on his radar at all.
My youngest daughter is very artsy and creative. She loves to paint and to write and she enjoyed looking at the different booths at the arts fair. It’s good for her to see what’s out there, but it’s also good for her to hear people’s differing opinions. I, for one, am more of a realist. Painting, knitting, pottery, making jewelry, etc. should begin as a hobby, something that you do to fill your time wisely. But you don’t assume that you can make $600 for one painting and another and another and that will carry you through life. We talked about making a name for yourself and in this case, knowing people in your craft, “getting your name out there” and having people recognize your style. All this takes time. We talked about some people that I’ve found on Instagram that were nobody’s and then because of something someone purchased and loved, their popularity exploded.
It only takes one person to tell another and they’ll tell two friends and they’ll tell two friends and…well, you get the idea. Becoming an artist takes patience, love, commitment, dedication and determination. Pretty much the same for everything worth doing in this life…
The fall is upon us, oranges and browns abound! As usual, I should be doing something else other than sitting here, but it’s been a few days and I always miss writing. I decided that I was going to “try” to do something “autumn-ish” every day of October. Notice I use the word “try”. Here’s my bucket list of things I’d like to do this month, there are 32 choices just in case.
My October Bucket List
- Visit a pumpkin patch
- Make s’mores
- Decorate for Halloween
- Pick apples at an orchard
- Make pumpkin bread
- Watch a scary movie
- Visit a Farmers Market
- Go on a hayride
- Dress up for Halloween
- Bring holiday coffee or seasonal dessert to a friend
- Make popcorn balls
- Make chili
- Press leaves
- Carve pumpkins
- Go on a nature walk
- Collect pinecones
- Paint a gourd
- Bob for apples
- Do a leaf rubbing
- Go on a picnic
- Plant bulbs
- Make soup
- Trick or Treat
- Cuddle by a fire
- Make caramel apples
- Take a scenic drive
- Bake a pie
- Go to a Fall Festival
- Make a hot toddy
- Make a pumpkin spice latte
- Make apple crisp
- Visit a cemetery
To start the month out right, the BH and I went to an apple orchard to pick up some persimmon pulp so I could make him and his co-workers some persimmon pudding. One thing about the persimmon pudding recipe that I’ve made repeatedly over the last few years is it has A LOT of butter in it!
After making 2 pans of the recipe, as the recipe I normally follow calls for, I decided to make another pan with less butter. Of course, the pan with less butter doesn’t look as “greasy” and (dare I say cuz the word is just gross) “moist”, but I haven’t tried it so I don’t know how it will compare. The BH mentioned he’d like it less “slick” and more cakey, but I mean…it IS supposed to be “pudding”. I figure I’ll get the low down once he tries it and I’ll throw an update here, just on the chance that you may like it a little less greasy too. *Update: He said he liked it with less butter, so there ya go now you know. Less butter works too!
Saturday the BH mentioned that he’d been thinking about how good a pot of chili would taste! Hmmm, well it’s not really cold, but what the heck it’s on the bucket list, why not! We stopped at the meat market and picked up some ground beef, came home and I whipped it up in less than 20 minutes! I didn’t have much choice, since I was running taxi service for my oldest and her BF who was spending the night. The BH had 2 bowls and couldn’t stop talking about how good it was. That’s when cooking actually makes you feel like you’ve actually done something! Crazy thing was, I didn’t have to do anything magical, just threw it all in a cast iron pot and let it cook for about 45 minutes! If you’re interested in some easy meaty chili that tastes pretty good, here’s my recipe!
More to come soon!
January 2nd, 2016 just may go down in history as one of the most expensive days in my life and I only left the house to have dinner!
The better half and I have always had iPhones and we have always been relatively happy with them. However, since the iPhone 6+ came out, I can’t say the same. His phone, the second one of these contraptions, is in the process of dying and Apple wanted $329 to fix a phone that’s barely a year old. He decided, after I texted 6 of my friends and family to ask what they use, to go Galaxy. Ugh, I feel like a traitor – android?!? Yuck! But, if Apple’s ridiculously expensive products go by the wayside so easily, I’m definitely ready to change. I don’t understand why a fairly new, non-damaged, $300+ phone would die from being carried in someone’s pocket. Really bizarre. It’s no wonder their profits and ratings have dropped in the last year. Consider that a warning.
DD numero uno casually mentioned the Oceanaire to DM. Of course it’s close to the most expensive game in town, but we decided to take her there anyway. We ate and ate big! I had the escargot and the sea bass, then for dessert, the grand mariner creme brûlée – all to die for. We waddled out after the initial sticker shock wore off. The next time we’ll darken their doorstep will be around Motorcycles on Meridian time, so we have some time to recover!
We came home and went back to our regularly scheduled programming. Bed by 8, asleep by 9. Now…here at 3 a.m. I have a classic case of severe indigestion but I’m just too lazy to grab a Tums. #nowhining
Decided to cut the crap and head over to the clinic for this pain in my shoulder. The spasm part is the worst, it’s like having one of those annoying eye twitches, all down your left side. Ugh.
(The Dr. came in while I was typing that paragraph.) He did a couple reflex tests, you know – those icky kinds where they hit your knee with that little rubber hammer thing that makes your leg jump…yeah. He thumped my left wrist and I jumped about 2″ off the table. He informed me then that I am officially suffering from a radiculopathy. (Sounds like ridicule opathy) The nerve from my neck is inflamed and that affects my entire upper left side from my neck to my wrist. “Armed” with that bit of information, he handed me a prescription for steroids for the inflammation and a muscle relaxer so I could sleep. Good enough, least I know it’s not my heart or anything too serious.
Ran around like a crazy person trying to finish everything that was on my list before heading home to cook dinner. Managed to hit most of my stores and grabbed some great sale prices! I picked up some hamburger meat from the really over priced, but better tasting, healthier meat market, some buns & tater tots from Wal-Mart and managed to get myself to the drug store to fill my prescriptions…all before anyone arrived home!
Once home, the girls and I had a lovely conversation about teen pregnancy, birth control and abortion. I had 2 glasses of wine and ate a couple muscle relaxers. No advent was attempted, I was simply happy to lie down.