A great treasury by artista Megan Noel
Archive for May, 2011
So, I have this idea of owning a property that we could use as a bed and breakfast/retreat type place where I could do small intimate art workshops filtered in with guest artists and or just guests who want to get away for a weekend. It would be a “lifestyle” retreat with an intent of “green” living to include fresh home grown vegetables, and all things handmade/home made and activities that focus on art full living. Its something that I have thought about for years really and need to refine and define the idea which is partly determined by the type of location we are able to acquire. So, we (the hubster and our two pugnacious fur kids) set out to hopefully find something that could accommodate that vision and idea over the past two days..
First of all, we are home no less than one day early.
Taking the pugs with us to the Bay area was not a brilliant idea. It could have been. Had said pugs cooperated. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh.Sniffing, snorting, snoring, panting, whining and carrying on like they were in complete peril, meant two nights of NO sleep. Seriously, the first night we stayed at a hotel and left the dogs in their crates in the room. As soon as I closed the door so we could venture out to have some dinner I heard a long, guttural screech the likes of which I had never heard before. Over and over. We went back in, reassured alpha male and repositioned the crates and it seemed like he calmed down a bit. However, when we returned, we could hear him crying inside and don’t know if he spent the whole time crying. Just awful. They do not like crates, I guess because I have never really used them much since I don’t go out much or take my dogs with me when I do. no amount of coaxing would convince them to like their crates and I had to keep them by me on the side of the bed outside of their crates all night. They remained restless and noisy especially the little girl pug who panted so loudly and long she hyperventilated, she would not relax. The panting drove me nutty and sleepless for two nights while boy dog snored, like a grown man. Never again. No traveling pugs. ever. again!!!
This is sassy thinking: “I just wanna go home”.
On day one we saw one property. Full of charm but a bit too rustic. Still, a beautiful setting were it not for the various abandoned vehicles and falling down structures en route to the oasis. The property had a creek on it surrounded by redwoods, (like Big Basin), a long private drive leading to a story book moss covered bridge with an underground two car garage built into the hillside that fits 1920s model ts !! cute! Little moss covered steps lead up to the main cabin which was surprisingly spacious, clean and well taken care of. The owners were humble, lovely people who spent great time over the six years that they had the place fixing it up from neglect and restoring it to its original integrity. There were two adorable adjacent cabins and a shed for the generators that power the property. All in all the property could house up to eight people. It had a very retreat feeling to it, but I could only see myself there for brief periods of time mostly due to how damp and dark it was, and I feel sure I would get S.A.D. because I need more light more often. There was no room to expand to include a green house or workshop, and flowers and vegetables would not grow on the property due to too much shade. While I am interested in green living I am not interested in washing clothes by hand, there are just some conveniences I don’t want to sacrifice.
I am an artist and an intuitive person with the ability to not only see but empathize and recognize the beauty in chaos, the beauty in a single rock and the beauty of the hearts eye. I have a friend who has inspired me by his ability to see beauty in “monsters” and outcasts which always has me trying to see through different eyes and recognize that there are many things and people who at first glance appear to be beautiful but are deadly or evil or ugly in reality. There are people like Ted Bundy who are attractive but a lie and Gacy who pretends to be funny and a friend to children, pure evil. People turned their heads aghast at the elephant man who’s deformity was mistaken for an ugly heart when it was those who tortured and exploited him who were much more ugly. Why we mistake external beauty for goodness is kinda crazy. Crinkles has a twinkle in her eye and offers up a flower and if you look at her expression closely you will see there is nothing menacing in between the lines. XO
I went to see my mom on mother’s day and she showed me her hand made aprons and dish towels, they are so lovely and well done. She usually makes them for gifts and donates them to various causes. In spite of painful arthritis she still enjoys creating and takes great care in choosing the patterns and colors etc. So, I suggested to my mom to let me try and sell some of her pieces online and she agreed and so I have uploaded several things to her newly created etsy shop. If you need a gift please consider my mom’s shop! Its called Ceci which is her nickname and short for Cecilia. Excited! This is my favorite of the ones I have listed, the colors are so vibrant.