I've got the BLUES...COLOR THAT IS.

Blue Moon.

Blue Kentucky Rain.

Blue Christmas.

Blue Velvet.

My all time favorite 'blue' song.......

Blue Bayou!  I could listen to that song, Linda Ronstadt's version, please, over and over and over again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nH-SsnsldxY

I should mention that Linda is from Tucson. But after one of those big box stores built their huge store almost in her back yard, she moved to California.  I can't say that I blame her.

I had such fun doing the recent 'orange' post, that I think I'll just go around the color wheel and do them all!
The complimentary color to orange is blue.  So...here we go with the 'blues.'

I love this robe.  But, color me crazy, but I don't like the fact that it simply does NOT go with my bedroom decor.  But it's so warm....so comfy....so sun, moon and stars!

This is a perfect blue flame...perfect for cooking!

I know...I need to clean the stove...so what!

I love this vintage candy dish that belonged to my Aunt Velma.  It was very hard to photograph because it's that carnival glass and the light had to be 'just right.'  So, I took it outside on a grey, rainy day and it worked!

This vintage Navajo doll has a blue velveteen dress.  I have a vintage blue velveteen Navajo skirt.  Maybe I should have taken a picture of that, too.  But, I didn't.

Are you listening to Linda?  I am...for the third time so far.

Are you singing with her?  I am.

 Be glad you can't hear me.

Once upon a time I could sing as well as Linda.  But then I quit singing...don't ask....and my voice 'went away.'  That gives me the blues, for sure.  Use it or lose it, my friends!

Which is why I promised myself that I will never, EVER stop  painting.  No way, Jose!  I don't want this gift to go away.

Which is why I just keep painting...even if it's just a purely-for-fun one, like this one I did last Halloween.  It is called:

"Once in a Luna Azure"

There are so few flowers that are truly blue.  But this one is...and I adore it.  It's a plumbago and it is blooming right now...today...as I write this on Thursday, January 28, 2010.

I have a thing for Mexican and Italian hand-painted pottery.  This one is Italian.  It serves absolutely no purpose other than to please me whenever I look at it.  That is sufficient reason to keep it, don't you think?

Remember Barrio Viejo?  I've blogged about it and used a house from there in my Orange blog.

Here's another prettily painted house from the barrio.

I took a picture of 'my' mountains the other day from someplace besides my back yard so you could see what they look like without all the utility poles, etc. 

They don't look so blue today because they are covered with clouds and my guess is that when the sun comes out, it will be shining on snow-covered peaks again.

I love all my different colored glass bottles in my kitchen window.

And I love my collection of old spatterware.

Last, but not least, I do love our brilliantly blue Arizona skies!

I am grateful for the rain today.

And I will be grateful when the sunny skies return.

CHRISTMAS BLUES

Merry Christmas! I say it with a big smile that I almost feel inside. But not quite.


If you love Christmas, revel in it, treasure it, enjoy it completely….

This post is NOT for you.

However, in spite of all the Christmas Cheer flying like reindeer in the sky, the truth is that for a lot of people, it ain’t so cheery, Charlie.

I used to love Christmas.

But all that changed for me after my children’s father and I divorced. They were 10 and 12. Thereafter, the whole holiday season…from Thanksgiving through Christmas…became a time of excruciating pain and depression…for us all.

That underlying pain has never really gone away. My children and I live so far apart from one another that we seldom have had the opportunity to spend holidays together. After my sons grew up and had sons of their own, it got even worse. My grandchildren and I were strangers to each other for most of their early years.

At Christmas time, I listened to my friends talk about their fun with their grandchildren and it was like a knife twisting in my heart.

One of the best gifts I’ve ever received is the restraint of one of my dearest friends who makes it a point to limit her Grandma gushing whenever she talks to me. And believe me, she’s a wonderful Grandma with plenty to ‘gush’ about!

The extra stress of extra expense is a real bummer, too. As a single mom, I never had the extra money necessary for the things I dearly longed to give to my kids. The truth is, that seldom in my life, have I had the extra money to spend during this season of ultra-lavish giving. 

HO! HO! HO!

SO!

If you’re feeling pretty blue about the whole Christmas thing, know this. You are NOT alone. You are NOT a freak of nature. You are NOT Scrooge or the Grinch Who Stole Christmas.

You are a hurting human being forced to attend a party you don’t want to be at.

I get it. I really do.

And so do lots of other people.

So, here’s my Christmas greeting for you.

Hang in there. Breathe In. Breathe Out.

It’s all gonna be over real soon now.


I am GRATEFUL, beyond belief, for December 26th, in spite of the fact that it’s the anniversary of my Mother’s death. (Go read MY CHRISTMAS ANGEL. You’ll find it here.) 

http://skayspeak.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-christmas-angel.html

One more thing.

I send you love.