Good morning all y’all!
In New Orleans, August is more of a thing than a month. It hangs around you in wet, warm towels. Only the brave can endure.
Here is a link to an 11 minute interview with Cosmic Cowgirls, Shiloh and Mary. I think this is an easy way to share my journey from California to New Orleans.
Someone asked me the other day how they can make their dreams materialize if they don’t paint. I told them to say what you want as often as you can bring it up in conversation. Write it down. Take a picture of it. Keep it in the forefront.
Once we were living in Chico, California. We were looking to move into a larger house. I wrote that I wanted a big, yellow farm-house near the downtown. In a few weeks, our realtor called me and said she had a big, yellow farm-house near the down town. Did I want to see it? I told her it wasn’t necessary to see it. I am sure it is our house.
Between husbands, (I like to say that because I sound like Elizabeth Taylor.) I told whoever would listen that next time I got married, I wanted to marry an Italian from a big family. David is half Italian with 5 brothers. I wish I was a little more specific… maybe some sisters. (Italian mothers can be a little intimidating for the first 20 years.)
Anyway, you get the picture. Thoughts and action.
I am off to sew some sequins on my Pussyfooter.
In loving abundance,