Harry Caray

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In light of the Cubs going into the finals, I created a sculpture of the old, boozin’ announcer to watch the games with my Cub-loving beau. 

It came out better than I had expected, however there are a few nuances in facial structre that are less than perfect. 

Art is never perfect. Life is never perfect. Enjoy the process, enjoy the journey and keep on doing what you do. 

The Last Best Place


It has been three weeks since we left Montana… and much longer since I’ve had a moment to post. 

Over the past few weeks we have ventured through Washington down the coast on Highway 1 to Oregon and into California. We spent one week just North of San Francisco and finally settled at the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas. 

Excited by the idea of a change of pace I felt that the Bay Area would provide that perfect opposition to the life we had been living in Montana. Diametrically opposed they were… cars replaced cows freeways where rivers should be… 

It made me sit back and reminisce about Montana. What was it about Big Sky country that was so special? Why was it considered the “Last Best Place”? Originally, I just figured it was a silly grammatically incorrect colloquialism, but now I know it rings with truth.

I decided to make a list of all the things I miss before I forget.

▪The speed limit is almost always 80, winter brings it to a snailspace of 75.

▪There are more cows than people. The people that are there are so warm and familiar.

▪There is NO sales tax. If it costs $1.00 it costs $1.00.

▪The residents have a pride that rivals the Texans.

▪Hiking through thigh deep snow, removing layer upon layer to sit in a natural hot spring forged out of a mountain side.

▪The redundancy of “Big Sky” for business names and everything else.

▪The lack of reliable cell phone reception.

▪Fishing the Yellowstone.

▪The scenery.. and wildlife, especially the moose.

▪Smiles and waves from every car (ie. truck) that passes by.

▪There is only one area code, 406.

▪You can just assume everyone is armed.

▪You don’t have to worry about locking anything. 

▪The only time you feel in danger is when you’re hiking alone and you packed snacks instead of bear spray.

I’m in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection. But with Montana it is love. And it’s difficult to analyze love when you’re in it.”                      -John Steinbeck 

There are so many more reasons why Montana is considered the Last Best Place. I grew to love it… I’m excited to grow to love my new home here as well.

Adventure awaits… 

Foraged Art

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My pooch, Phil, and I decided to go on a little hike in the wilderness that we currently call home. Normally he stays by my side or at least hops to it when I call but this time he would only run half way to me then excitedly flip a bitch. 

I figured he was on to something and followed his lead. I was expecting he’d found a bone or a deer shed but this was much more than a singular bone. It was a dumping ground of expired livestock. Kind of grusome not to mention pungent but at the same time beautiful in some way. 

My inner Georgia O’Keefe awoke and begged to create something out of these once living remnants.  I retuned home got some bags and headed back out to collect… this is what I gathered:

In the midst of attempting to dye a coffee stained garmet, I abandoned the failing dress in persuits of this new venture.

After thorough bleaching and a bit of Elmers Glue I dipped one in Rit Dye just to see..

 It worked like a charm.

With another, I played with the delacacy of white, ivory and the natural bone.  

I went back again and scaveneged a few more.  Some to dye, some to paint, some to abandon merely to see, explore and revel in…

“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say in any other way – things I had no words for.”  -Georgia O’Keefe

A penny for your thoughts

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One of my favorite guys has long since been Abraham Lincoln. From his character to his stature he has always interested me.  An added bonus… my boyfriend  grew up 6 miles from where young Abe was hanging out, teaching himself to read. And there is that uncanny height thing too – so it’s kinda like I have my own version, not that I’m bragging.

But, I digress, the point of this is not to talk about my Abe-esque man friend. No no no, this post is meant to boast about my fiscal responsibility and crafty prowess.

I saved a ton of pennies, so many in fact, that I lost track and plum stopped counting. I set them in the Fort Knox of all tupperwares and let them oxidize. Penny-rich and feelin’ crafty, I painstakenly affixed them one by one onto a freshly painted TV tray. 

All 342 of them… then I ran out of coin. Flat broke in the penny department. I need 162 more pennies to finish the project, so if anyone is in dyer need of seeing the finished masterpiece, just send me a message and $1.62… 

I will leave a dab of advice for anyone with the huburis to attemp such a feat… measure your surface and divide by a penny’s circumference (3\4 in).

H x W ÷ Abe = Not running out of money

And some from Ol’ Abe…

“Most folks are just as happy as they make their minds up to be.”

Have a happy day!

Sweaters in July

Art in Life, Thoughts

Yesterday Gobstopper sized hail started gushing out of the sky. It’s July. In Montana. It has been in the eighties and nineties lately and absolutely beautiful – we were reminded yesterday about Mother Nature’s bipolar disorder. 

It was the first day since my 30th that I have worn anything but flip-flops and shorts. I had a hard time figuring out how to put on a sweater.  

Luckily some kind citizen took it upon themselves to protect and care for a very lucky soul in the area.

And she wears it well.


Recent Projects

A stroke of inspiration hit me about 9 this morning. I grabbed my supplies and settled outside to finish a project I had started a while ago. It flowed nicely… the weather was beautiful, a perfect day to just sit and relish in a spark of creativity.  As I wrapped up the project and hung it in my bathroom I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. It was not just a stroke of inspiration that struck me today, but perhaps a hint of heat stroke as well… 

A word to the wise, if you’re planning on sitting outside for 5 hours in a bathing suit, apply sunscreen before paint.

Version 3.0



I just hit 30.


Officially an adult, or so my age dictates.  I realized recently that Resolutions are not just for New Years, but also applicable for Birthdays, and heck, even Mondays.  I think in life we are always striving for betterment and our growth and development should always be a goal.  As Heraclitus said, “The only thing that is constant is change.” If we take those words to heart there is something to be said about accepting change and making the most of it.  We have a daily, never-ending opportunity to make our lives and ourselves into whatever it is that we want. Reflecting on my past decades I have realized that there are a lot of kinks to iron out, so, as I venture fourth into this new decade of life I aim to make it the best it can be… version 3.0.

“The world is mine oyster, which I with sword will open”

When Life gives you Lemons



Life has a sneaky way of teaching lessons.  Not all of them are peachy, however, there is always a lesson to be learned. Sometimes it feels like being kicked while you are down, or so I suppose (I have never been kicked, so I am just taking the popularity of this phrase as an indication of it’s supposed validity). But the most important thing is that you get up, dust yourself off, pick up the remains of your hubris and refocus.

Bad things will happen. Murphy said it best… “Anything that can go wrong, will” and that is okay! If nothing ever went awry how would we gauge when we are on track? How would we learn to appreciate the great?

It literally just dawned on me that something was off in my life, keeping me out of the flow in which I wanted to be- and all along I was pandering to it. Though I thought that I did a damned good job plastering over my stress with an over-exuberance of jolly… all smiles and margaritas. Today, it hit me. I was drowning my subconscious on something that was not benefiting me in any way. If it doesn’t suit you, do buy it. Simple as that.

I am stoked at the moment to be released from the burdens I allowed to weigh me down. Freer and lighter than ever I have a new lease on life, appreciation for the little that I do have and a sunny outlook for the days ahead. So, as you look into a storm just know that there is a lining of silver, no matter how faint. Focus on that – and as always, the storm will pass. What is most important is that you remember the storm, learn from the storm and always pack a pair of rain boots to dance is its wake! You may even see a rainbow.