Saturday, August 20, 2011

Grab that Apron

I've never been the tidyest of painters...many times, I have traveled to school to pick up one of my sons only to find a streak of red or blue paint in my hair or a brush stroke across my face... i would usually wear my old tried-and-true painting t-shirt & sweat pants knowing the odds of remaining paint-free were not very good...that was..until...my mother made me a lovely little apron.
Daily, I wore it. So often, in fact, my family would often remind me that I had it on ...for fear I would wear it out in public...
It has become a staple in my daily wardrobe...Once, I even had my picture taken for the newspaper in it...
I can't imagine my life without it. Now, my mother has sewn me several, in assorted colors...I wear them while I paint, do housework, walk to the mailbox, check what's happening in the garden...it comes in quite handy for keeping tidy, carrying cell phones, eye-glasses, vegetables, mail & anything that will fit in my big front pockets...
My mother forwarded this charming email ...& I thought some of you might enjoy it, too. Perhaps you, too, love & wear your apron proudly... I don't know who wrote it...but the duties of the apron still hold true today...God bless the Apron...


The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath because she only had a few and because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons required less material. But along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven. It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears. From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven. When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids. And when the weather was cold, Grandma wrapped it around her arms. Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove. Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron. From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls. In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds. When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men folk knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner. It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that 'old-time apron' that served so many purposes. Send this to those who would know (and love) the story about Grandma's aprons. REMEMBER:Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool. Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.. They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron. I don't think I ever caught anything from an apron - but love...
Blessings and Peace!Add Image

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

five for five

I started an e course this week! Don't laugh, you are never too old to learn..okay, laugh a little. The 5 week class is led by Artist & Possibilitarian Kelly Rae Roberts...It is awesome! But as much as I hate to admit it, my brain is fried...totally fried...As a result of what I am learning this week, I have been personally working on my

Website, Blog, FB, Twitter & Etsy

...trying to coordinate a "theme" design ...





L. Young Studio Website



All this Internet work is a lot for me...it could be a full time job.

(oh, it could be...wait..it is! Trust me on this)

....not to mention the business side of business, painting, designing, packaging canvas', shipping out boxes, cooking, baking cookies, shopping for groceries, doing laundry, cleaning house, preparing for Lifegroup at church, facebooking, blogging, taking photos, entertaining the pets, going to the gym, trying to be a good wife, mom, daughter, friend & student....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.."......:D....



(I'm not complaining, but I am thinking out loud...apologies....)





L. Young Studio Blog



Being me, I'd like nothing better than to get my paintbrush and work some magic...

but this requires major left brain action....

(and I'm wishing myself good luck on that one...)





L. Young Studio Facebook Page



Well, I am still tweaking.

I just wanted to take a little break and visit with you a bit...





L. Young Studio Etsy





L. Young Studio Twitter

I purchased my background from
Freshmemoriesstudio on Etsy.





Finally my friend, if you see me during these weeks ahead... roaming aimlessly with a far away glazed look...just hand me an icy cold Diet Coke, a piece of dark chocolate with almonds, flash me a warm reassuring smile & say a prayer...

then point me in the right direction and send me on my way...

just please ignore my mindless babbling & never ending giggling :D



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Sunday, August 14, 2011

...Oyster PoBoys & Icy Cold-Bottled Barq's Rootbeer

Well, we made it on down the Mississippi Gulf Coast...Sad to say, I hadn't been there since before Katrina hit...This beautiful region is so dear to our hearts. When our boys were young we spent an entire summer in Pass Christian...it was here that we bonded with the kind people of Mississippi...we grew to love oyster poboys & an icy cold bottle of Barq's rootbeer...we played on the beaches after lunch, only to be rushed back inside later by the daily afternoon thunderstorms...it was here we experienced Mississippi history & learned of strong Southerners that traveled our same paths...it was here, we would dream dreams under the stately live oaks...

Joey & I returned back to find the people, as dear as ever...Katrina was devastating...I found myself tearful, as we passed by the abundant vacant lots, where many of the old beautiful mansions along the shoreline are now gone...yet, the live oaks remain...the sidewalks are still there...the front steps...many remain...& tell a story...a story of another time...









We found our favorite poboy restaurant, Pirate's Cove, though the original building was destroyed by the hurricane...thankfully, it has reopened in another spot...only dining outdoors now...it's here you'll find the dear locals...still reminiscing about Katrina, yet with a peaceful & thankful attitude...the beautiful people of the Mississippi Gulf Coast.


I'll close with this...I wanted a photo of a stately live oak...Joey indulged me & stopped at my first holler of "that's it!"...I pulled out my camera...jumped out of the truck...aimed & took a shot...Reflecting as I hopped back in, Joey asked..."did you see them?...go look again, up at the branches"...it was there I found... strands of Mardi Gras beads sparkling & dangling high up in that tree...obviously, once tossed by jubilant people having a grand time...a celebration...they found a reason to celebrate...& were dear enough to let us now enjoy the celebration, too...it was as if those beads spoke to me..."laissez le bon temp roulez" ("let the good times roll")...&, knowing the people down there..that's just what they are doing....& will continue to do...I hope you will join them...