THE FUN OF MAKING FUN!

SCRAPS OF (RETRO) LIFE

Sept. 15, I  sketched

the lime green coleus going to seed

with those long tiny purple blooms the bees love.

 I sketched the “must-have”

cream white “retro-phone”

 I bought for my birthday.

I made a collage cover for

my next journal


 added the

beautiful Retro-’51 pen

a birthday gift from my writing buddy.

Sept 21: 


Even though I’d had a

wonderful birthday, nothing lasts!

By Tuesday, I was writing in my journal

that “everything’s parched,”

that my arm is killing me from the clarinet class,

that “the hose sprang a leak!”

That evening I had a disturbing phone conversation.

Then I wrote, “Lord let me draw a few clouds

 of Never Never Land and/or

 a soft bubble bath.”

I was awake for 3 hours and kept

looking at my broken heart


 paper collage

I had to get up and get some

colored card stock


 and try to tear it and make another,

 but I couldn’t 

and just wound up


 with colored bits of paper

strewn in the rumpled sheets.

Sept: 23:


 I go to From Athens to Broadway class

another birthday present to myself

(who am I kidding?? I just turned 74!)

 The classmates are wonderful! All ages!

I’m going to present the

songs from Silent Dreams.

And last night I picked up

all the tiny scraps of collage paper


still on the night stand

and pasted them in the journal.

Even when things fall apart

and your arm still hurts,

those leftover bits of

dreams or hopes

or scraps of torn paper

can be made into art

or music


 or a story!

The FUN of making FUN

  is that I can never take myself

too seriously!!

I can put on a new

recycled blouse to wear

and pretend I'm an aging movie star.

to be continued . . .

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