Why This Blog? Why Now? Why This title?

I am no longer blogging under duress. This part remains true: I had a blog once and I lost the password...and then, I gave up. I really am not a giver-upper, but there is a point of diminishing returns to anything that takes energy, passion, and vision and yet, doesn't work out. So, off I go again, wish me luck! AND knock on wood I have had luck. And it is sort of fun.
Noreene

P.S. Why this title? I read this phrase today 6/16, don't remember where. I liked it. I'm using it. I might change it. It may or may not have relationship to the content.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Monday Morning Warm Up--Teachers Write

So, I started participting in teachers write hosted by Kate Messner and other great people willing to guide.
http://www.katemessner.com/blog/
My first task was to decide where to house my teachers write writing. And after deciding my blog was a good place, I began the "quest for the password, which, I believe, is some sort of a write of passage when one is trying to access something that has not been touched for a while. Finally ready to write about the Monday AM warm up...thanks to author Jo Knowles
http://jbknowles.livejounal.com

A bit about my kitchen...
After experiencing life in a construction zone our kitchen was finally remodeled. My mother, or maybe it was my father, had a passion for things Native American. In this kitchen, by the backdoor, was a wooden sliding door that covered some sort of closet or pantry. It was a plain, hollow, wooden two panel sliding door, that said to my father, "paint me".

In my world my father was the best artist. He could draw a very compelling alligator, but his real "thing" was designing and constructing. The design and painting of this sliding door presented a challenge right up his alley. Black, glossy background (lots of coats to make it really shine), carefully cut stencil of a circle bisected by arrows and feathers, and painstaking work with little brushes created the most precise Native American symbol that ever graced anyone's kitchen! I believe this door was the only nod to Native American art in my otherwise eclectic kitchen, and although the painted door was in corner, away from the kitchen action, I can still see the design and smell the oil based glossy paint.

3 comments:

  1. Do your parents still live in the house? Your description would make me want to take the door off and keep it when the time came. :)

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  2. Sadly, no, only memory remains

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  3. Noreene,

    I can picture that door in my mind so clearly because of your description. The sensory details that you included really helped as well. I could just smell the oil paint as I read.

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