Thursday, March 22, 2007

still overwhelmed

Cry me a river
Forty feet wide.
Cry me a river
Toss me inside.
And when I'm drowning and holler for help.
Don't come a running.
I'll save myself."

This was what my mother would say to us kids whenever we felt sorry for ourselves.

2 comments:

Chrissy121875 said...

Your work is always so refreshing and so real. Most of the time I feel it is heart warming, and other times, your work really makes me reflect on the inner workings of myself. Just by the visuals and the captions, you can 'move' a lot of people. For you, the feeling must be tenfold, since you've got the tactile sensation and the feeling of creation once you've completed a piece you've been working on.

Did you see the photos on my blog of my cute little nephew in Kingston? I just finished crocheting a baby blanket for him. Not too bad, for a first try! ;)

Judy Martin said...

Yes,
Chrissy, I saw the photo of your little nephew Kenny on your blog. Congratulations on being an auntie.
He is a doll-face.