And Add a Bit Of Sauce...


OK I may have been a little to quick to say I needed to stop whining... Remember the sad whiny tone of yesterday? "Sometimes a day just seems hard. That's it. There are days just harder than others. You start by critiquing yourself in the mirror, then burn the toast, didn't sleep well, someone leaves stinky socks on the chair."  Yadda, Yadda, Yadda.

Ya I remember now, because the day didn't stop till five-thirty this morning. Awake from 11:00 PM till 5:30 AM when hubby gets up for work. I have no idea why I am awake, just one of those sleepless nights I guess. Mind quietly spinning.

I slip into a light slumber and awoke screaming at being doused with cold water. I hop outta bed discovering the cute little claw foot tub in my room was exploding, water fountaining to the ceiling, which proceeded to shower back down on me as I am innocently minding my own business.

Dear Deer

Sometimes a day just seems hard. That's it. There are days just harder than others. You start by critiquing yourself in the mirror, then burn the toast, didn't sleep well, someone leaves stinky socks on the chair.

You know the day I mean. This is how my week has been. "I'm to fat, my gray hair makes me look older than Methuselah. And I feel like a toad." On an on we go. A slow tortuous dance of self annihilation . No good, no fair, life is rotten...

Painted Toenails

Painted Toenails
OK, OK I know the title is silly. But upon digging further you'll understand the reasoning. So I have warped sense of laughter. What new?

Pixie Paige



Our little Paige has decided she wants Nana to paint her new room purple...She claims to be a purple princess and needs her room to be as fairy tale as she.

Sooo...here we go. The walls were painted a light mushroom color then at 43" high we taped off a wainscoting. It was painted a light lavender and let dry. We used a 6" roller and a level and painted darker purple stripes. Darcy Jackson did the hardest parts. Thank goodness.

Scraps

I don’t know ’bout you but I have all kinds of scraps lying about. Hate to throw that small bit of something out ’cause I MIGHT need it someday…

How Grateful Am I?

As a creative person, apparently my mind works and sees life differently than others might.  I want to surround myself with people whom are creative, but also have a knowing faith of the gift.

I have always had  faith to follow this creative vision, and been grateful for the challenge of not becoming too worldly in the process.

How do we be "in the world, but not of the world"? I have often questioned my motives for a creation. Am I doing this for the pure love of creating or am I after a worldlier goal?

Can I create, enjoy the creating and the attention it can bring, yet be eternally grateful from Whom it was given?

I have given some thoughts to my creations.

A Summer Cake

A Summer Cake

Summer Heather’ cake was a three-month production from start to finish.  I actually was trying re-invent the wheel with this eye-popping cake.



SK's Bull Frog Log (Blog)

I was thinking about my journaling (blog) in the middle of the night last night and wondered why I hated the term 'blog'.

Everyone uses the word and I bet most don't have a clue where this nonsense, no-meaning, made-up word comes from. Well here ya go:

A blog (a blend of the term web log) is a type of website or part of a website. Blogs are usually maintained by an individual with regular entries of commentary, descriptions of events, or other material such as graphics or video. Entries are commonly displayed in reverse-chronological order. Blog can also be used as a verb, meaning to maintain or add content to a blog.



Most blogs are interactive, allowing visitors to leave comments and even message each other via widgets on the blogs and it is this interactivity that distinguishes them from other static websites.[2]



Many blogs provide commentary or news on a particular subject; others function as more personal online diaries. A typical blog combines text, images, and links to other blogs, Web pages, and other media related to its topic. The ability of readers to leave comments in an interactive format is an important part of many blogs. Most blogs are primarily textual, although some focus on art (art blog), photographs (photoblog), videos (video blogging or vlogging), music (MP3 blog), and audio (podcasting). Microblogging is another type of blogging, featuring very short posts.



As of 16 February 2011 there were over 156 million public blogs in existence.

So that's that. a blog is a way for us to write our histories, our thoughts, share a bit, question even more. I think we should come up with a better, classier word to describe what we are doing hour after hour.

What about,  let's say 'bogus log', 'begging log',  'blaring log', 'blathering log'', 'but log'. Or even 'barely there log' or maybe 'BS log'?  Sorry just had to do it.

Maybe something more positive in nature such as: 'Baron log",  'beautiful log', 'bonefied log'.

Do I have too much time on my hands? Be Specific Log...

Alright maybe I spent to much time thinking and not enough time writing. I'm number 157 million.
I actually like: Bullfrog Log after Barney the Bullfrog in our pond out front.
Bibbit, bibbit.

See You Soon! Bibbit or should I say ribbit





Crafty Flypaper?


 

With spring coming quickly and wedding season right behind, I had to get the gate designed, built AND installed. Poor Ron. We hear this comment often "Poor Ron".

A bride has chosen White Oaks for her June wedding. Oh My... The grass looks terrible, the garbage cans show between the empty fence posts... So we have replanted grass and now have a garden fence and new gate.

As you might know, flat anything is liable to catch my interest. So I go looking for cool stuff to attach to my new (new looks old) gate. Friends call it the crafty flypaper syndrome. Hey....I like it. See what you think.

This could be used as my headstone very appropriately.


If you would like to see All my Crafty Flypaper check our web site at http://www.sksartell.com/

See You Soon!





Ancient Old Sofa Fabric

So, Darcy, my beloved daughter (you've heard me talk about her before) looked at my blog and stated" I hate your colors and background of your blogs mom. It looks like an old sofa... Really? And I took forever building a original in Photoshop. Layers and layers and layers.

For those of you who work with Photoshop, you know how crazy lost you can get in between the layers. Forgetting to name and save.

Thousands of bloggers build their own designs for their pages. A lot don't because you can find instant and very well designed blogger designs for free. Of course I don't use the practical and simplest way to design a blog. I have to try to learn all the ins and outs of designing one. Sigh...

By the time I get a design done, I'm off on a tangent to see If I can make a better one.

So here are some sample and examples of the background and banners I have made.
What do you think?



And on and on I go.
Sigh Again...Why can't I ever be satisfied with something less time consuming and technical.

Learning curve here I come :/

See You Soon!

I Only Iron The Top Third!


White Oaks Red Garden Room
White Oaks Red Garden Room

I Only Iron The Top Third! My New Motto.

My imagination runs on hyper-drive. I exhaust my family with my next project or next “have to do” list or even just the simple task of ironing sheets for our next sets of  guests.

“What the heck.  You’re ironing sheets”? Yes, I iron sheets.  Don’t get too excited. I just iron the top third. I’m not THAT crazy. At least I can admit it.

My  problem is the above mentioned drive.  When I imagine Ron and I visiting a B&B, I expect and imagine wonderful things. Turned down sheets, Lavender on my pillow, chocolate dipped strawberries to kiss goodnight. Magic.

Yummm…This could be the reason my personal expectations are a little high, as I run my own bed and breakfast.

I need a goal challenging me. I am often told my expectations are a bit unrealistic. Ya think?  Maybe. maybe not. I still want my guests experience’ to become a very special memory.

The challenge becomes apparent as I find myself ironing sheets at nine thirty at night in the privacy of my bedroom with hubby trying to sleep. This challenge of balancing reality with expectation.  With me, this is  my biggest problem. Chasing the end of a very long rainbow. I want the magic. I want the rainbow. Sound ridiculous? I can just bet,  most all high achievers find themselves in the same quandary.

Admitting it was my first achievement. The older I get, the (seemingly) less mind I have. The presence of mind and the ability to keep tasks under control and in line. I have to keep my tasks and to do list on an Actual List.

Sound simple? It’s not for me. I tend to run a lot faster than my mind can keep up and thus find I’ve run out of mind before running out of tasks. Whew! What a mouth full. But you know what I mean.

As I told and re-told my daily story to a friend, they began to laugh at the “I only iron the top third” phrase.  I hadn’t realized this could, would  and must be my very outlook on life. “I only iron the top third.” This leaves two thirds I just don’t have the time or even the need to worry about.

Soooo….I am going to paint my personal motto, place it above my bed. Each morning I will read and internalize. I only have one third of life to worry about today.  Ta Da!

P.S. I’m just starting to paint the fall sunflower pillows…I only need four!  They are actually done very well by Pottery barn. I wish I could take the credit.

Dumpster Diving?

Oh come on. You know stuff is thrown away which shouldn't be. Most of the time we're  too distracted, too tired or just can't come up with an idea of "what the heck can ya do with this piece of junk"?

A huge amount of my creativity comes from others throw-a-way stuff. I want to re-use, re-furbish and the old green word "recycle" I was doing this before they went and ruined the word...

These solid oak deck chairs had seen better days. Left to rot in the sun and figured for lost. Use some common sense, practicability and fun. What can you do with it? Will it still look like old junk when your finished? Did you waste your time?


Sometimes a little elbow grease, tongue between the teeth work will reward you with a prize. Sometimes all the hard work in the world can't save a piece. This time I won...Yee Haw.

See You Soon!

Through A Mothers Eyes

As a professional artist and designer I find myself eying other artists work. I have been astounded by my own children's creativity. I want to share them with you. I'm not a bit proud now am I?

Sean (oldest son) has given me such a hard time as he grew up. Never wanting to take part in anything creative. Wow, look what he does now. Don't ever call him an artist though...


Jared (second son) has become an amazing outdoorsman. His love of nature is captured as he fishes (catch and release) the Pacific Northwest fish. His brother, Sean, and he are determined to catch and release every native fish they can find. You can see their adventures on Youtube at:http://www.youtube.com/user/SKsWhiteOaks#p/a/u/1/XUsDU_BXAg8

He uses his bit of spare time teaching himself to play the guitar and  creating marvelous wood crafts with his Shopsmith. Don't call him an artist either. Hmmmm. This is getting old.


Darcy Kay Sartell Jackson (third child, oldest daughter) OK, OK. So I just want to talk about my kids. I guess I have artists in the family whether they want to be or not.


Darcy is a Chef, a creative paper crafts artist , designer, artist, and who knows what else is yet in store.


She has a blast designing and creating cakes. She can design that amazingly specific cake for just about any occasion. Her home is  fun with creative and inexpensive touches everywhere.

Texas and Lizzie (her little ones) benefit from her creativity as well. When do you find the time? Breathe, just breathe.


You can visit her latest creations at: http://myartisticventures.blogspot.com/


As my children get older I have to catch my breath at what they accomplish. Self-taught or maybe a little inherited talent?

Summer Heather lakey (Second daughter and youngest) Of course being the youngest gets Summer the privilege of being called "spoiled" by her older siblings. I disagree. She is just different. And How!

A sociology major, painter, photographer and all around artist, Summer leaves the cake decorating up to her big sister Darcy. She took four years to design her very own wedding cake, which then all three Sartell girls put their hand too.
Summer designed the cake, we  had her hand drawings silk screened in chocolate onto Mylar. I then transferred the designs onto white chocolate and applied the solid white chocolate to the walls of her cake. I added the fresh flowers and put the cake together. Darcy then topped it off with her fancy frosting bead-work.
I have posted a complete "How in world we did it" at the following address. Feel free to take my ideas and run with them. I hope you have three months to spare.

Take a look at some of her photography at:

and

I can honestly say " where in world do they get it?"  Lemme' guess... I simply love creative people, whether they admit to being an artist or not! Poor Ron...

See You Soon!

SKs Tree Of Life


Blank spaces whisper to me...Why? I have no clue. I just can't seem to leave things well enough alone. I want everything around me to make me smile. To interest me and keep me guessing.

This little shower held such promise. What could I do to create a sweet space? Some fun. Sooo...I went through buckets of broken tile, granite and marble and found an idea.

Can we create something new and wonderful from leftovers and scrap? Broken junk others would just throw away? I have found this throughout my life. Creating from leftovers or scrap. Make something beautiful, workable and worthy of a smile.

A small rounded corner shower would be fine with simple tile and grout. But what If??? What if I could make it have a life of it's own? A tree built into the corner of this little shower. How do you do that? Hmmm...


Just do it. Make a simple plan and begin. I started drawing a tree on the blank sub-surface of the tile. A brown trunk emerged. A trunk with dark brown marble and granites. Cut them into different shapes and linear forms. Glueing these tiles to form trunk as tree trunk would grow. I then started to add different greens. My plan started to come together as I glued the lighted greens on the left side and added the darker greens going to the right side. I hoped this would add light as if from the sun going from the left to the shadow to the right.

I hand crafted clear round glass tiles with leaves, bugs and textures attached to the back of each clear tile. I then sealed these tiles to be waterproof. I added sparkly jewels and mother of pearl adornments for interest.

I can get over zealous and must remind myself of correct composition and areas which the eye may rest.
I had fun with this and worked many hours so my creation would make me smile for many years.

Have some fun. Create from nothing. Enjoy the scraps of life.
See You Soon!

This Old House Deserves A New Life


Tiling has become a new treat for me. I have no idea how it is supposed to be done properly, so I just go ahead and try lots of different ideas and styles.