Friday, December 2, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Pursuit of Beauty - Loving my life backwards
I finally lifted my butt off of the mat from a seated position.
I have never done this in my entire life.
Standing from a kneeling position is also new to me.
It took me until now to find out what my body can actually do.
living and loving my life backwards.
I have never done this in my entire life.
Standing from a kneeling position is also new to me.
It took me until now to find out what my body can actually do.
living and loving my life backwards.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
Pursuit of Beauty - Mirrors
In a dance studio it is almost impossible to avoid the mirrors. I am thinking about a blindfold.
I took a different class yesterday. It was called "Core," as in strengthening your core muscles.
I told the teacher it reminded me of when I took Gaelic and the teacher would ask us to say something ridiculous and I would look at him incredulously.
I might have done things more gracefully had I not had this fat suit to contend with. When I get out of this fat suit the dancer will dance.
I took a different class yesterday. It was called "Core," as in strengthening your core muscles.
I told the teacher it reminded me of when I took Gaelic and the teacher would ask us to say something ridiculous and I would look at him incredulously.
I might have done things more gracefully had I not had this fat suit to contend with. When I get out of this fat suit the dancer will dance.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Pursuit of Beauty - Inspiration
At class today there was a beautiful old Ponytail who came up to me afterward and said that she was so glad that I was there. She had come to visit her daughter, who takes the class, and was brave enough to attempt it with her.
She did great and I was glad that I made the challenge a bit more comfortable for her.
I have made a discovery about my body - ridicule of childhood lead me to the destruction of youth.
My body has been too abused and disliked and has been "other" than me. Now my body IS mine.
She did great and I was glad that I made the challenge a bit more comfortable for her.
I have made a discovery about my body - ridicule of childhood lead me to the destruction of youth.
My body has been too abused and disliked and has been "other" than me. Now my body IS mine.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Pursuit of Beauty Milestone
Today I was not the fattest one in class and I did better weight lifting reps than some of the thinner ponytails.
I am at a definite disadvantage doing my workout in this fat suit though, because the exercises I am doing for my thighs while standing on my toes only really affect my calves.
Tomorrow a massage!
I am at a definite disadvantage doing my workout in this fat suit though, because the exercises I am doing for my thighs while standing on my toes only really affect my calves.
Tomorrow a massage!
Monday, September 19, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Pursuit of Beauty, Full Range of Motion
Full range of motion sucks!
I went early today and got some pointers on "form" from one of the head Ponytails at my class.
It was hard and scary. My body hated it and it made the tears come.
I focused very intently on what I was doing, I never realized how long my body was or how far away from the ground my head is. I never realized how my feet looked when they were parallel or what bending my knees into a full seated stance felt like, really. I don't trust my body to do these things.
It was like starting from the beginning again.
Ricks says, "Have fun!" when I leave for class. I don't think it will ever be fun, but maybe I'll have "full range of motion" someday.
I went early today and got some pointers on "form" from one of the head Ponytails at my class.
It was hard and scary. My body hated it and it made the tears come.
I focused very intently on what I was doing, I never realized how long my body was or how far away from the ground my head is. I never realized how my feet looked when they were parallel or what bending my knees into a full seated stance felt like, really. I don't trust my body to do these things.
It was like starting from the beginning again.
Ricks says, "Have fun!" when I leave for class. I don't think it will ever be fun, but maybe I'll have "full range of motion" someday.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Vintage Blog: Jacques-Henri Lartigue : Bibi at the New Eden Roc ...
Vintage Blog: Jacques-Henri Lartigue : Bibi at the New Eden Roc ...: via Jacques-Henri Lartigue (1894-1986) est un photographe français.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Pursuit of Beauty Continues
I woke up just in time to go to my class today.
I thought that the class would be small and was tricked into a spot up front.
The corner behind everyone else, well away from the mirrors is my first choice.
My hair this summer is long in front and short in back.
I noticed that my bed head could be pulled into a "ponytail" in the middle of my forehead.
Maybe next time.
The work outs are doing me some good and I am now more capable of getting off the floor and not falling down in the first place than I have been in a long time. Yay, balance receptors.
I moaned loudly today during the lower abs toture, I mean workout, and the woman next to me was glad ahe was not the only one in pain. We all look uncomfortable and contorted, some more than others. The teacher who has the flexibility of a creature somewhere between an eel and a sea otter is the only one smiling.
It's a good workout, more later.
I thought that the class would be small and was tricked into a spot up front.
The corner behind everyone else, well away from the mirrors is my first choice.
My hair this summer is long in front and short in back.
I noticed that my bed head could be pulled into a "ponytail" in the middle of my forehead.
Maybe next time.
The work outs are doing me some good and I am now more capable of getting off the floor and not falling down in the first place than I have been in a long time. Yay, balance receptors.
I moaned loudly today during the lower abs toture, I mean workout, and the woman next to me was glad ahe was not the only one in pain. We all look uncomfortable and contorted, some more than others. The teacher who has the flexibility of a creature somewhere between an eel and a sea otter is the only one smiling.
It's a good workout, more later.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
In Pursuit of Beauty
I have been going to an exercise class 2 or 3 times a week for several weeks.
It is challenging and uses some equipment as part of the class. The class is in a dance studio type room with wood floors, mirrors and a barre.
The equipment consists of a squishy small blue ball, a large foamy blue mat, a stretch-strap, navy blue, a pair of very light black weights (I am up to 3 pounds) a pair of black heavier weights (I am up to 4 pounds) and a coaster for your water bottle. Each piece of equipment is used at a different time during a different part of the "routine."
The majority of the clientele is rather thin and they all, with very few exceptions, have ponytails. I will henceforth refer to them as "The Ponytails." The exceptions are me, the occasional other fat chick and a long suffering young woman who is 8 months pregnant. None of the Ponytails sweat and all of them can do the splits, but many of them suffer greatly from lifting as much as a 2 pound weight.
The only rain in Texas for the last 3 months has come from my body in this class. I am so wet by the end of the class, it makes me fearful to do stretches with my legs wide for fear I will look like I peed my unfashionable tights. The Ponytails give me a wide berth and probably wish that I was on a coaster.
I've noticed that my legs are much longer than my arms, my butt is to heavy to lift with the leverage of my arms and I can't do a push-up. I am persistant and work hard, but I do not trust my knees or the sturdiness of the barre to do some of the exercises to their fullest extent.
My last class was Saturday morning at 9:00 AM. Fortunately the routine progressed at a fast enough rate that I was able to fake it through the push-ups and did not have time to construct a hang-man's noose out of my stretch strap.
I have lost 5 pounds, which may or may not stay off. I have what some say is muscles and to me just feels like tight fat. If I was your average fat chick, I would have run screaming to the nearest margarita after the first class, but I like shaking up the Ponytail status quo and I still hope to see some results.
More on later -
Love,
Lori
It is challenging and uses some equipment as part of the class. The class is in a dance studio type room with wood floors, mirrors and a barre.
The equipment consists of a squishy small blue ball, a large foamy blue mat, a stretch-strap, navy blue, a pair of very light black weights (I am up to 3 pounds) a pair of black heavier weights (I am up to 4 pounds) and a coaster for your water bottle. Each piece of equipment is used at a different time during a different part of the "routine."
The majority of the clientele is rather thin and they all, with very few exceptions, have ponytails. I will henceforth refer to them as "The Ponytails." The exceptions are me, the occasional other fat chick and a long suffering young woman who is 8 months pregnant. None of the Ponytails sweat and all of them can do the splits, but many of them suffer greatly from lifting as much as a 2 pound weight.
The only rain in Texas for the last 3 months has come from my body in this class. I am so wet by the end of the class, it makes me fearful to do stretches with my legs wide for fear I will look like I peed my unfashionable tights. The Ponytails give me a wide berth and probably wish that I was on a coaster.
I've noticed that my legs are much longer than my arms, my butt is to heavy to lift with the leverage of my arms and I can't do a push-up. I am persistant and work hard, but I do not trust my knees or the sturdiness of the barre to do some of the exercises to their fullest extent.
My last class was Saturday morning at 9:00 AM. Fortunately the routine progressed at a fast enough rate that I was able to fake it through the push-ups and did not have time to construct a hang-man's noose out of my stretch strap.
I have lost 5 pounds, which may or may not stay off. I have what some say is muscles and to me just feels like tight fat. If I was your average fat chick, I would have run screaming to the nearest margarita after the first class, but I like shaking up the Ponytail status quo and I still hope to see some results.
More on later -
Love,
Lori
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Texas Heat
Because the birds are dying
Because the silence of summer is crushing
Because my clothes hurt and the trees are falling
Because the cats pant and the squirrels are still
Because I fear not-so-spontaneous combustion
I will pray for rain
Because the silence of summer is crushing
Because my clothes hurt and the trees are falling
Because the cats pant and the squirrels are still
Because I fear not-so-spontaneous combustion
I will pray for rain
Monday, July 11, 2011
Hydrangeas - For you from me today.
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| Hydrangeas |
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Talents
We were very careful with our Talents
The Drawings all came True
The Music became Dance
Became Sex
Became You
Now we record, recite, playback
We are no longer obliged to be careful with our Talents
The Magic
The Pain of Finding
The Universe in your Hand
Gone with Age
Bound with Time
Forgotten to be Found again
The Drawings all came True
The Music became Dance
Became Sex
Became You
Now we record, recite, playback
We are no longer obliged to be careful with our Talents
The Magic
The Pain of Finding
The Universe in your Hand
Gone with Age
Bound with Time
Forgotten to be Found again
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Beauty in Texas
Beauty in Texas
Old School Femme, your hair is long
Weighed down with sweet sweat
Your waist is small
Nothing to eat but tears
Your skirt is short
Long legs ending in cowboy boots
Your look is predictable
Loved by the man you hold
You hold him up
He puts you down
Beauty in Texas
Old School Femme, your hair is long
Weighed down with sweet sweat
Your waist is small
Nothing to eat but tears
Your skirt is short
Long legs ending in cowboy boots
Your look is predictable
Loved by the man you hold
You hold him up
He puts you down
Beauty in Texas
Friday, June 17, 2011
Spinning to Butter
I had roses
Now I can only see the roses in her cheeks
I had hours, days, seasons and years
Now I have work and not work
I had celebrations, rituals and spirit
Now I paint pictures to contain the love that has no where left to go
I had you, spinning to butter
Now I have memories and forgetting
Now I can only see the roses in her cheeks
I had hours, days, seasons and years
Now I have work and not work
I had celebrations, rituals and spirit
Now I paint pictures to contain the love that has no where left to go
I had you, spinning to butter
Now I have memories and forgetting
Thursday, June 9, 2011
HP - the beginning of the first of many
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| High Priestess |
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Anchors
Now the water washes over me
The anchors hold me down
50 years of struggle
now acquiescence
No one to disturb the endless weight of waiting
The anchors hold me down
50 years of struggle
now acquiescence
No one to disturb the endless weight of waiting
Monday, June 6, 2011
PNW Flowers with Bench - Finished available on RedBubble
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| PNW Flowers with Bench |
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| PNW Flowers with Bench - Photo by Jill |
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Trying the new paint
I took a break from watercolor land to try out some water soluble oils, not many colors, but no smell.
The photo is a bit tilted, but you get the idea, the composition came from a French "Magic Lantern" collection of tinted images.
The photo is a bit tilted, but you get the idea, the composition came from a French "Magic Lantern" collection of tinted images.
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| Someday |
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Birds of the Wave and Woodland
http://www.archive.org/stream/birdsofwavewoodl00robi
I've had this fascination with birds lately. I love this book because not only are the illustrations great, but it also mentions bird descriptions, etc from various poems. Enjoy!
I've had this fascination with birds lately. I love this book because not only are the illustrations great, but it also mentions bird descriptions, etc from various poems. Enjoy!
Friday, May 27, 2011
Peony painted by me from Jill's Garden - Now available on RedBubble
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| Thanks Jill! |
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Photo of Peony by Jill Moore Caldwell |
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
The start of some beautiful paintings...
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| Peonie One |
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Ninon De Lenclos, On Her Last Birthday
So let me have the rouge again,
And comb my hair the curly way.
The poor young men, the dear young men
They'll all be here by noon today.
And I shall wear the blue, I think-
They beg to touch its rippled lace;
Or do they love me best in pink,
So sweetly flattering the face?
And are you sure my eyes are bright,
And is it true my cheek is clear?
Young what's-his-name stayed half the night;
He vows to cut his throat, poor dear!
So bring my scarlet slippers, then,
And fetch the powder-puff to me.
The dear young men, the poor young men-
They think I'm only seventy!
By Dorothy Parker
By Dorothy Parker
Monday, May 23, 2011
From a book of Old French Fairy Tales illustrated by Virginia Frances Sterrette
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| from The Princess Rosette |
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