Driftwood, Sun, Smiles and Stones

“The sun is gone, but I have a light.” ~ Kurt Cobain

Yesterday was a tough day for me. The side effects of my medications started dancing with the symptoms of a nasty cold, and my body was a mess of dizziness, sneezes and nausea… No fun, I tell you. I considered going out for a walk—the sun was so bright and yesterday was supposed to be our last summery day. I put on some shorts, a t-shirt, and I think I almost got a foot in a sock before the nausea said that I was going nowhere but to bed. I know not to argue with nausea.

I tried to sleep for a while, but my brain wasn’t having any of that. So I went for the next best thing—I looked at photographs from our recent trip to Friday Harbor. This is one of the reasons I love pictures (and stories) so much. When our flesh and bones can’t take us where we want to go, photos and tales offer a glorious alternative. Do you revisit your pictures often?

The photo below, of my Piano Man and my Mother-in-Law, is one of my favorites from the trip. I love the colors, the huge smiles, the driftwood and sun, and the fact that it tells me exactly what my Piano Man is going to look like when we are older and even more awesome.

I collected most of these stones very near to where my Piano Man and my Mother-in-Law were sitting. I’m thinking about painting some of them… I must get some paint markers first.

While collecting my stony treasures, I noticed my Piano Man and the Little Princess through a pile of driftwood. She was about to get in the water. It was freezing, but the sun was yummy.

The Little Princess shivered in the waves, and I searched for some of Nature’s latest crafty pieces.

After that, I spend some time watching the waves claim a ginormous piece of wood (my Piano Man might’ve given the waves a hand… and a foot).

It was a wonderful day, in South Beach with my loves… And by the time I was done reliving the trip through the pictures, my nausea was gone, I was smiling, and I was able to sleep. “The sun is gone, but I have a light.” I have many lights—in photos, in tales… in you, my Wicked Luvs.

The Blood, the Bones, and the Soul of Memory

Have you ever met an older person who births smiles right out of your heart while making your soul say, “When I grow up, I want to be just like her?” I’ve met several of these wondrous human creatures (Yep, I’m that lucky). The latest one to guild my list is Ms. Francie—artist, retired teacher, professional smiler.

I didn’t talk to Ms. Francie for long, but one can learn wonders from spending the best part of an hour dismembering and re-stitching stuffed animals with the right kind of soul. Besides, the smile on her face and the ease with which she shares her hugs told me a world of tales that said she was awesome.

My Piano Man, my in-laws, the Little Princess and I met Ms. Francie at the San Juan County Fair (where my Mother-in-Law’s quilts won several ribbons… more on this topic later). Ms. Francie sat surrounded by scissors, needles, yarn, children, adults, and a menagerie of scissored stuffed animals.

“Would you like to turn them into something new?” Ms. Francie said to the Little Princess, presenting the head of a dog and the body of a bear.

The Little Princess grinned one of her mildly insane this-will-sure-rock grins, accepted a needle and a length of purple yarn, and sat down to stitch.

I was studying the scene, when Ms. Francie pointed at a small boy and said to me, “That material is really tough and his hands are too small for the scissors. Do you want to help him with that lamb?”

“Yes, ma’am!” I said, decapitating the lamb and handing the head to the happy boy.

“You should Frankenstein something too.” Ms. Francie grinned. My mind might be making up the next bit for effect, but I’m almost sure she rubbed her hands together. Or maybe, I just really loved that she used Frankenstein’s name as a verb. I mean, what’s not to love about that?

I, of course, accepted the kind offer. I already had the body of a lamb, so I needed a head. My Piano Man helped me find the head of a red-eyed frog. I stitched the frog’s head to the lamb’s body, dog paws served as ears, a wee headless body holding a mirror made the perfect tail. And then Frogenstein… “It’s alive!”

Like I said I the beginning of this post, I didn’t spend a lot of time with Ms. Francie… but I will never forget her… not after telling you the tale of our time together. Stories are the blood and the bones of memory, when we write them and read them we give them souls. Shared stories will live on…

Below is the visual tale:

Of Arts and SmilesMs. Francie and one of her paintings
“This was such fun,” she told me. “I painted with my fingers, with my elbows… such fun!”

Stitching Stuffed AnimalsMy Piano Man was the holder of heads

Stitching Stuffed Animals 2The Little Princess half-way through stitching the head of a dog to the body of a bear

Tinker TentThe Tinker Tent was one of my favorite spots in the fair

Tinkering ManA tinkering man

Grandma and GrandpaMy in-laws in the serious business of ghoul-sitting Frogenstein and Polar Hiney… Yes, that’s the name of the Little Princess’ ghoulish creation, since it has the head of a blindfolded Polar bear for a tail (My Piano Man might have helped with the naming… So complexly creative, my sweet love *cough, cough*).

Blue Steel PoseMy Piano Man (and his “Blue Steel” gone wild pose) modeling my purse (creative and sexy!)

Chewing HayI met two farmers while I was searching for frogs. They told me that their crops kept disappearing. I told them that they had to stop eating it. They made a face. Fine, so the bit about the vanishing crops is a lie. But the frog search, that is real… and I shall tell you all about it in my next trip to Friday Harbor post.