Monday, June 5, 2017


Last night's tee-vee time was about a long awaited finale and season start. I'm so glad The Leftovers is over I refuse to rant. It's done. I learned about wasted time and lessons taught thereby resulting in lessons learned. That Nora did some serious bike riding that made me smile though. So, let us begin with the first letter in my notification wave. And she rescued that sad little goat with all those beads around its neck meant to represent sins. Silly humans. And I wanted her to read all those messages attached to those doves. Poor Kevin. He annoys and endears at the same time. I liked him better with the facial hair, but with or without he's a very good actor. Justin-portraying-Kevin was a solid choice seeing as how Justin is such a good actor. You almost always feel sorry for him because you know that in order for him to portray such a gamut of emotion convincingly he had to have lived through such moments in real life. Else how could he have drawn on an empty emotional well.

I wondered what Justin and Carrie Coons thought about to make their eyes well with such convincing tears? Their grins were just as convincing. I keep returning to Nora/Carrie riding that bike with the dove trailer behind. And that nun. Gosh, that nun. The man crawling down the ladder from her second story bedroom happened at the right moment. Humor kept my tears in check, and it reminded me that "The Leftovers" was just a show--written by some different-thinking writer with a fresh imagination. I still don't get why they needed to have Nora bust down her bathroom door. Ooh-h. I think I just got it. Because afterward she got dressed and went to the "dance." She had a breakthrough! Moving on.

I'd take one of each of if I could. Wait. Maybe not. I don't think my feet would reach the pedals on the vintage front peddle model. Peddle? Ah-h-h. Pedal. One thing we learned in art school was how important the dictionary is. A memorable ad in the Rocky Mountain News encouraged readers to buy "parkay" flooring while it was on sale. The copy writer relied on the old Parkay margarine commercial for proper spelling. Parquet, parquet, parquet! Today spell check can bear the blame. Peddle is a noun commonly used in the following context: 

try to sell (something, especially small goods) by going from house to house or place to place: he peddled art and printing materials around the country.• sell (an illegal drug or stolen item): (as noun peddling:  certain youths who were involved in theft and drug peddling.• derogatory promote (an idea or view) persistently or widely: he criticized his fellow candidate for peddling risky ideas.
ORIGINearly 16th centuryback-formation from peddler.
pedal 1 |ˈpedlnouneach of a pair of foot-operated levers used for powering a bicycle or other vehicle propelled by the legs.a foot-operated throttle, brake, or clutch control in a motor vehicle.each of a set of two or three levers on a piano, particularly (also sustaining pedal) one that, when depressed by the foot, prevents the dampers from stopping the sound when the keys are released. The second is the soft pedal; a third, if presentproduces either selective sustaining or complete muffling of the tone.• Music (usually pedalseach key of an organ keyboard that is played with the feet.• Music short for pedal note.

Do you have a preference? Should there be standards?

usagePeople often confuse the words pedal and peddlePedal is a noun referring to a foot-operated lever, as on a bicycle, and a verb chiefly meaning ‘move by working the pedals of a bicycle’ ( they pedaled along the road). Peddle, on the other hand, is a verb meaning ‘sell goods or promote an idea’ (he peddled printing materials around the country | she peddled a ludicrously utopian view of the past). The related words peddler and pedaler are also confused. A peddler (also spelled pedlar, especially in Britain) is a person who goes from place to place selling goods, while a pedaler (or, in Britain, a pedaller) is someone who rides a bike. (from Desktop dictionary)

I'd practically live in this room if it were mine! Such warm wood tones bring to mind parquet floors. A lovely postcard from Anna. All 8 1/4 x 5 3/4! Those crystal ink holders, the lap desk, the candle, books, a magnifying glass (?), letters . . . A quill. I want to write a letter! Thank you, Anna. You contributed to making mine a magnificent Monday Mail Day. Where'd you get that great green ink?

Backpedaling. Life is beautiful. Enjoy the ride. Good advice for Nora last night. She chose to dance. Oh, forgive me for being so emotional, but she did. She and Kevin (Justin Theroux) danced to one of my favorite Otis Redding heart squeezers. In season one there was "This is My Lover's Prayer." Last night it was "Ive Got Dreams to Remember," and some of the best Billie Holiday. Iris DeMent's "Let the Mystery Be" always sends me to the brink. Max Richter. The Ovations . . . Nora's still riding.


Not being able to watch idle-handedly, I worked on my "flower garden" while I watched. The sparkly green thread behaved--allowing me to work and watch without the need to untangle. I still believe the lyrics to "I've Got Dreams to Remember" were quite different from the standard I grew up listening to. How can I be sure? "The Leftovers" writers need to stop playing. 

I'm finally where I set out to begin. Here comes the Juniors business. It's Monday, so there's a lot to wade through, but I am here. I wrote no new letters last evening. I watched three of the shows that still interest me instead. I made stuff while I watched. Now, here I am, watching "If You're Not In the Obit, Eat Breakfast" as I write this. There's no time to do each separately.

So here's the first junior.

Made awhile back, I couldn't bring myself to depart with it; nor could I bring myself to cover the images. The center image reminds me of Tom Sawyer. There's the artist and his subject to his left, the characters above to the left and right, and all have separate stories to tell each time I look. Today there are strawberries for the picnic; wild strawberries picked from the spot chosen for that very reason. Tom's catch is in the water, in the shade, gills threaded through with a fresh little branch from that tree, which just so happens to be a china berry tree, since it's my imagination at play here. 

Here, I've unfolded it just for you. See the stories? Color would get in the way a little bit, don't you think? That bridge, the lovely bridge takes me to a whole other part of time and space.

I call it the bridge to wherever you are. Are you coming or going? Does it take you there or bring you back? Does it really matter? Not if you are among the very young at heart.

I almost wish I'd bought more than a single sheet that day. There was just enough paper for a single envelope. But. Perhaps a single was all there was ever meant to be. Just like me. And you; even if you're a twin, it's not y'all, it's each of you. *grin*

I made a little address label. When I find my little tool it'll have soft round edges.

I folded two sheets of stationery to tuck inside. It's a gift set you see. Yes. I couldn't bring myself to use it, so I'm setting it free. 

The junior set is tucked inside another handmade envelope. Hence the "junior."

I have large rolls of lovely paper stashed behind my studio door. They need using. They were created with purpose. I will use them in that vein. The dainty pineapple designs harken to olden times. I'm glad someone saved them for us to enjoy. 

Folded, the originals come to 5 1/4 x 7 1/4, depending on how well you cut and trim, and trim some more. There's still enough room for a 4 3/4 x 5 3/4 junior, with two sheets of laid stationery and a label. Inclusion of extra goodies is strongly encouraged.

What do you think? No?



I think it all depends on the light. 

So many possibilities in a world of juniors. 

. . . to be continued


  1. Toile de Joie is one of my favourite patterns too, especially the soft blue. Your envelope looks lovely. I get samples of wallpaper to make envelopes. The cover of your journal letter was actually wallpaper. I'm a bit naughty and cut samples for my crafts and not for decorating purposes. I have bought entire rolls of wallpaper, after using the cuttings. They make nice package wrapping too.

    1. I often wondered if I could live with it as wall paper, but I've never been one for papered walls. I'll tell you why some day, if I remember. Not that sheetrock shouldn't be covered, but I'd always take wood, if I could. :) I thought that made me selfish, wanting wood, but it doesn't.

      I buy books of paper samples for that same reason. I don't recall ever discovering a book of wall paper samples though. I like your wrapping paper and envelopes, and I'm smiling because I guessed right about the ones that were wall paper. Textures tell tales. :) You're a clever Anna!

  2. I love this post and I have an affinity for lighthouses and the red and white one gets my vote . so bright and so colorful my dear you are an artist for sure you see things with vision . Yes you are a woman of vision . That is a good thing . Okay enough for now or I will rattle on . Be well and stay well and I will do the same .

    1. What would we do without you? :D Thanks for you comments. I hope no one thinks I pay you for your views. Should we consider this a disclaimer?

      My favorite lighthouse has to be the one I photograph every time we ride the Port Bolivar (I think it's the name) ferry. It had been painted black the last time we were there. Sure wish I could have seen the one in Alexandria--one of the 7th Wonders of the World.

  3. I have to say I am sad that The Leftovers is over... it has been my favorite TV show for the last three years. Although it is perhaps a good thing to end it here - too many intense Sunday evenings lying awake thinking about meanings, when sleeping before a work week would be better (in some ways). At least we saw Laurie - which means, I think, that everyone finally overcame their death wishes.

    And here's your non-sequitur - great envelope making, too :)

    1. Another watcher? My goodness. I never imagined another letter-writing peer being caught up in the madness/frustration (solely me sincere feelings) of the show. I had this like/hate relationship that caused me to miss several episodes--sadly the one where Evie and others were blasted to another side of existence. Allow me to stop here and write a quick letter of hope. I hope you'll be able to clear up several things that keep me awake since Sunday's ending. I need to know. Seriously.

      :D Thank you for an aptly appreciated non-sequitur. It's akin to you yanking me back down to Earth by the rope tied around my waist, and I'm wearing my lead shoes again. :) Don't tell me you watched Miss Peregrine and her scary charges too. For this comment alone, I wish you good mail.

    2. Haha, I saw Miss P at the movie theatre when it first came out, but did see the last 10 minutes or so while waiting nervously for TL.

    3. Hahaha, you win. I couldn't bring myself to finish the book or the movie. Promise to tell me if the next Minions movie is worth the wait? I am determined to be incognito until well after its debut. :)