My Green Velvet Life

Where everything sticks.



Leftover Art: Flowers Here & There

I love Leftover Art!  The messes we make while we’re trying so hard to be perfect can be immensely more satisfying than anything we plan.

Here is my latest Leftover Art project.  I started out with one idea and got a little surprise at the end:

How It Started

I had this great idea!  What happens when you use good old-fashioned Crayons to add more color to silk flowers?  Pretty cool, but needed something . . .


Ooh la la yellow paint!  It dried quickly although it seemed to take forever.  I was so anxious to see how the pink wax would pop out.


Yay!  The pink popped.  But still needed more . . .


And yet a third coloring with a little purple added.  Look at that luscious color and texture!  This flower is goin’ places!


I couldn’t stop myself.  One . . . more . . . thing . . . fuzzy yarn!


What else to do with my groovy new flower but put it on a greeting card?  Notice I used a crayon to make the paper border stand out better.  Typically, I use a black or bronze marker but this card called for something a little more waxy and colorful.


There! That was fun! I made a few more flowers with different colors.

Now time to clean up . . . Oops.  What do we have here?  Very interesting.  Now I can’t go to bed until I think of something clever for this cool souvenir of my Crayon work.


About 3 minutes later (but still up past my bedtime).


Don’t bury your treasures by stepping all over them as they fall at your feet.

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Every Year I Fall for You

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. — Albert Camus

I enjoyed a few quiet vacation days last week to do some much-needed painting, cleaning, and even a little fall primping:

I couldn’t say good-bye to my beautiful anniversary roses from hubby. I simply pulled off the flower heads and added them to my basket of squash and smallish pumpkins. Love how the red makes it pop. Wouldn’t this be a beautiful color scheme for a wedding?  With a white wedding dress of course.


I had forgotten that I made this simple banner last fall. These little fellas are made of lace and yarn. No sewing. No fuss. Boo-tiful!




Don’t let the chilly wind scare you.  Now is the time to cozy up and let your heart fall a bit!

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Get Soaked

love grows gloriously tangled roots

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Quiet Ladies Get Their Way & Look Good Doing It

Every weed is but an unloved flower. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850–1919), American writer

For many years I tried really hard to kill these beautiful lady bells. I didn’t know what they were and naively treated them as a troublesome weed. Every year they would just come back. Eventually I gave up and discovered their gorgeous purple bells. But, next problem, they grow quietly and stubbornly in places I do not choose. I have no say in the matter.

Now that I am softer and older, I just smile at them when I walk by. They know they are messing with my patience, just like each of my daughters did at around age 13. And, like my daughters, they know I wouldn’t trade them for the world.

Any weeds sassing at you lately? Or are you too busy looking for love in all the wrong places to notice?

A Little Dancer in My Garden

The basic paradox: Everything is a mess yet all is well.  — Ezra Bayda, Zen teacher & author

This is what flowers do when unsupervised.  My sweet autumn clematis was supposed to climb up the tree stump.  Instead she danced all over the garden and left a tangled white mess.

Since I’m too tired to clean it up I’ll just enjoy her lovely, sassy show.

A little flower-mercial while I’m working on this site. View is from my kitchen.

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Afternoon on a Hill”

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