Karla's Cottage

A memory book

When Ryan died, I cut up a canvas that hung on a wall of his apartment and turned it into a book cover.  Filling the pages of that book meant weeks of happy memories as I sorted through photos and wrote down stories.

There were also many slow tears dropped onto the paper.

And other times when the sobbing was so hard, I found myself needing to lay down on the cement floor of the studio, in the bits and pieces of fallen scraps and trimmings.

That photo album has become a treasured piece for me.

 Since crafting his book, two close friends lost family members too, and I made books for them.

And this week, I put together this album for another friend’s birthday.  

She lost her mom a couple years ago.  At that time, I wasn’t making these memorials, but after seeing their meaningfulness, I wanted her to have one.

Each book that I build is a mix of photos (usually taken from Facebook), blank pages to add more pictures later, note paper to write on, with pockets and envelopes to store tokens and trinkets.

I try to use colors and styles of paper that I know my friend will like.  



And each has some doodling type artwork inside.

Mostly simple flowers, vines, or other small sketches.

And each becomes, almost a meditation for me as I assemble it.

I take time to think about the people in the photos, and feel their happiness and their loss.

Constructing these books has been good for me, an exercise in caring and time to lose myself in being creative.

Sadly, I have one more to make, and wish that there wasn’t a reason to need another one.

But since there is, I hope that the art journal can bring some comfort.

 

 

 

Keepsake bracelets for our annual Sister Trip

Three years ago, Bobbie, Sissy, and I met in Siesta Key to spread some of our father's ashes.  Since then, we have been meeting there in October for a sister trip.  Each visit, we bring some special gifts, in sets of three, so we have matching sister presents as mementos of our stay.  

This year, I wanted to share some of the bracelets I've been making, so I used my best, beachy colored beads in amazonite, turquoise, aquamarine, chalcedony, azurite, crystal, and added in moonstones, and pearls, to remind us of moonlit walks on the white sand beach.

But to add a very special touch, I had some blown glass beads made up with our Daddy's ashes.

I didn't even know this was a thing, until I was at a Montessori fundraiser and bid on a custom piece by Cremation Marbles.  That got me thinking about doing some extremely personal and sentimental additions to the bracelets I'd already made for the 3 of us.

On Vaughn's ( the artist) website, he asks to have a spoonful of remains mailed to him, but since I am nearby his studio, I asked if I could save postage and drop them by myself.  Not only did I save a few bucks, I was treated to a show and got to watch the whole process.

He makes a variety of projects, I'd bid on a pendant at the silent auction.  He was kind enough to let me get three beads in place of the piece I'd won.  They were so much fun to watch being made, that I ordered a couple of extras for my boys, to make necklaces for them.

Here is a colorful one for my son. I'll probably just hang it on a leather cord.  Vaughn made a couple of extra beads as a bonus too, those are a cobalt blue and I'll make a necklace for my grand fairies from those.

Blown glass colors can come out randomly and change with the heat of the flame and the kiln, so I knew that the beads he made for the sister trip might not be all the same.  But they sure turned out perfect!  I love our Gulf of Mexico Blue beads, the shade is ideal.

Don't the tones of the glass blend beautifully with the stones?  I'm so pleased with Vaughn's work, and loved meeting his cute little family.  And I hope my sisters love these as much as I do. I smile every time I glance down at my tiny bit of Daddy when I am wearing my own bracelet.

Treasures from Great Aunt Caroline and a gift for you too

The reason for our trip to Florida was for me to meet my sisters at Great Aunt Caroline's home to help our cousin organize for a sale.   Our generous aunt had remembered each of us in her will, and over the years had sent packages of sentimental goods and gifts to us from her possessions.  The home and contents were left to our cousin, who was every bit as generous as Aunt C. and told us to chose anything at all that we wanted from the home.

Funny, we didn't grow up knowing this charming lady who passed away right before her 101st birthday in June, but you could sure tell we were related by her taste in furnishing and collections!  Looking through her things, I felt so "right at home".  She and I had such similar favorites, everywhere I turned, I was squealing with excitement over some little tid bit or goody.

I felt the same way a few years ago, when I first saw a painting done by my great grandmother, who I never knew.  I looked at it and thought, 'that could be my work'. Same style, same feel.  

When I first got to know my greatest of Great Aunts (in my thirties),  the connection was immediate.  We loved many of the same books, colors (her house was full of PINK!), artwork, etc.

So, it was an emotional day, when we were visiting her home without her there.  Sad that she was gone, but warm and happy, seeing things that she had loved and knowing how thrilled she'd be that I loved them too.

Of course, I was worried about being greedy. I didn't want to take stuff that others might want or that my cousin could sell for a profit.  But she was every bit as generous as Caroline and kept assuring me that my selections were just fine and Caroline would have wanted to share.

I was in HOG HEAVEN with the 100 years of craft supplies!!

So, I loaded up on laces and trim, beads, and baubles.  And didn't put a dent in it.  She had boxes and boxes of trims and ribbons and laces and jewelry making supplies.  Our cousin had already donated most sewing supplies to a local quilting guild, but the amount that was left was still overwhelming.

I filled a vintage suitcase with trims and supplies,  but then was worried about checking such a delicate piece of luggage, so I packed that suitcase inside my other suitcase and boxed up things to check. (gotta love Southwest Airlines and their free baggage policy!!)

The trims and supplies that I got will be used and enjoyed, and I know that Aunt C. would have been happy with that.  Over the years, she has given me many remembrances, so I won't feel guilty about using the things I got from her home.

But I did get a couple of sentimental keepers too. A couple of her hand made pot holders, some little glass birdies from her sunporch, and  this table cloth. I've spread it on the bed to show it off, but it is actually for the dining table.  

My great grandmother made it, with silk from WW1 parachutes and hand crocheted squares.  It is in beautiful condition, and I'll do my best to keep it that way and pass it on to Sugarwing's grand kids someday.

Caroline liked to make jewelry, using old pieces, just like my sister and I do.  We discovered that her grandfather used to make jewelry too.  The crystal beads are some that my aunt strung, and the necklace on the left is one that Sissy made by taking apart a necklace our great, great grandfather made.

Every time I wear it, I'll be feeling the love and the history wrapped up in it.

Remember the 100 cards that kind hearted readers made and sent in for Caroline's 100th birthday?  She treasured those cards and loved to look through them all over and over. 

Family members went through the cards to take some as keepsakes.  I got a few for myself too. Thanks again to all of you who helped make her birthday special!

I'd like to offer a bundle of old trims as a remembrance of Caroline.  If you'd like to win some, leave a comment on this post.

100 happy years

I miss the beach already.  But it is good to be home and have little Sugarwings back in my arms again. Her hippy chick mommy let my fairy grand baby come and have a sleep over tonight since I missed her so much.

But while I was away from Little Sugarwings, my sisses and brother were fun play mates.

Sissy, Bobbie Sue,  and I did sand sculptures, picnicked on our balcony over looking the ocean, and shopped, shopped, shopped between family visits.

We danced on the beach in the dark wearing glow sticks too. No, I wasn't drunk at the time, and even though you probably think I must be quite soused to do this, I am not drunk now when I am posting this photo of a 50 year old granny in a swim suit with a glow stick in her cleavage.  Good thing the beach was deserted, I am not the graceful sort and dance a bit like a delirious cow.  One decidedly ungraceful ballerina-esque jump had me landing flat on my back in the sand.

As wonderful as the trip was, the highlight of course, was Great Aunt Caroline.  Now, that is one graceful, gorgeous, and gracious lady.

She is so sharp, entertaining, and full of stories, it was a delight to listen to her speak with such wit and charm. At 100, she can still tell a tale that has a whole room enthralled from beginning to end.

She was touched by all of the cards, and couldn't get over the fact that so much time and work went into them. 

She has been making beautiful things all of her life, and that cane next to her is a good example. She told us how she collected drift wood from the beach, cleaned and polished and decorated a piece to make this cane.

The painting that I am pointing to was done by Aunt Caroline's mother, my great grandmother.

And we heard stories that day about how my great-great-grandfather was an artist too.  He was a farmer who made beaded jewelry in his spare time.  He also collected shells from the beach and hand wired them together into curtains for his parlor.  Caroline remembers the tinkling of the shells as the breeze blew them together.

Our Sister Trip was priceless, and the visit to our aunt's 100th birthday was just the best, and all of your cards helped make it even more special.

Caroline remembered the dress she was wearing in this photo that so many of us used in the cards and was pleased to see it.  She told us about making it herself, that in the 30s, all of her clothes were hand made.

For the party, I wore the pearls that she had on in the photo and she also recognized those and told me she appreciated me taking such good care of them.  Like I had done something nice for her??? She is really something sweet.

This darling lady is one of those people that looks you in the eyes and makes you think that you have to be the most special person on the planet.   She has a sincere caring quality about her that just melts your heart when you meet her.

Since she was so touched by the cards everyone made, I wanted to show you my appreciation by adding a few more prizes to the drawing.

All the cards pictured today are by the people whose names were randomly drawn.

Jen, Alice, Robin, Lili, Melissa, Sherry, Irma, and Sandy, please send me your addresses and I will send you a thank you prize.

I just wish I could do something for all of you for doing this kind and thoughtful thing for my aunt!

As Caroline said when she blew out her candles, "I wish you all this many happy years!"

Dads, Fish, Pop Pops, and Jackpots

Happy Fathers Day!

My dad was an avid fisherman.

His favorite spot was at his brother's place. He also loved trips to the lake with the guys or to Florida with his wife and another brother.

My friends and family often roll their eyes or tease me about how much scrap booking I do.  But having these pages done is more than just a hobby or a project. I love to look back and reminisce about the pictures.

This photo might mean the most to me. I visited my Dad in Indiana a few months before he was diagnosed with cancer.  I didn't see him again until the night before he died.  This is our last photo together.

Man, I am crying right now as I look at it.

Ok, then, happier things!

My art journal/scrap book is filled with pages of Sugarwings (here with her Pop Pop), of course.  I add a quick page or two every week. 

By not fussing over it, or spending too much time worrying about it being 'just right', I can keep the book up to date. I leave the journal sitting out, so it is easy to pick up and flip through at any time. And I do look through it a lot.

By now the book is too full to close, I think that by the time I fill it up, it will be shaped like a full circle!

My husband is every bit as smitten with the fairy grand baby as I am. 

You can see that my pages can be quite simple.  Only a  background sheet, a photo and some stickers on this one. Its more about being able to get them glued down into a book where they can be enjoyed, and doing it quickly and efficiently so that I can do it for fun, not as a chore.

I hear people moaning about boxes or drawers full of photos that they can't face. But I have discovered that only printing what you want to add to an album (isn't digital great??) and adding them right away solves that issue of all the pictures building up and overtaking a closet!

For Father's Day, my husband took his dad (in a wheel chair now), and my oldest son (Sugarwing's dad couldn't go, he has a toothache, poor guy) to the casino.  Rich, (my husband) put $100 in a machine to play as a group, and they hit an $8,000 jackpot!  And I am always telling you that I am lucky- maybe he is even luckier!!

So, he gave his dad half, then split the other half with our son, Ryan. (named after RYAN STREET in Lake Charles, LA--- NOT Ryan's HOPE!!! I had been living in Germany for 2 years before he was born and had never heard of the soap opera Ryan's Hope, but apparently, thousands of other mothers had, because it is a very popular name for his age group).  My sweet son promptly went out and bought his dad the best grill that he could find for Fathers Day.  I think someone raised that boy right.  Maybe it is the influence of his generous and kind father? 

I know I usually try to show pretty things on my blog, but don't you think Ryan counts?? 

This watercolor is one that I did of my dad's father.  I never knew him, but think I might have liked him.  He was a park ranger as well as a farmer.

Sugarwings is lucky to be growing up with a grandfather that loves her so much, wish I had that in my life.

My mother's dad and I were never close, but he was ill most of the time I knew him. She loved him immensely and talked about him often.

And wasn't my great grandfather a hunk?

While I am honoring all the fathers and grandfathers in my life, I can't forget the most cuddly one of them all, Bookie!  He has fathered litter after litter of SEVEN little Dorkie babies at a time.  He's an old guy now and kind of smells, but he still has my heart.