Only a few of my original pieces have
survived. Most of these are toys from when my girls were little. I
want to spruce it up some more, but my granddaughter won't care about
those details. She's going to have a lot of fun with this.
Friday, June 28, 2013
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
My Old Dollhouse
I think FlyLady says something about
how you can't organize clutter. If you try, the next time you go to
get anything out of it, it just throws up all over the room. She's
right. It does.
I spent yesterday sorting through all
my craft stuff in the spare room. I would like to turn it back into a
spare room instead of a junked up, can't walk into or find anything
in room. I am going to set up my old dollhouse (my dad made for me
when I was little) in a place that my granddaughter can play with it,
where it will still be safe from the dogs (the dogs are not allowed
in the back bedrooms). I think she is finally old enough to play with
the little pieces without putting them into her mouth.
I hauled a lot of stuff out of that
room. Filled a couple garbage bags. Made a pile for Goodwill.
Vacuumed and cleaned (can't have her playing in a dirty room). Then
my husband called and wondered what time to tell his friend that we
could meet for supper. Basically, I had to quit right then, and put
everything back in there, to have time to get presentable enough to
go out for dinner.
Going out to dinner was a fun surprise,
but I'm still not finished with that room. There is room in there now
to organize what's left and get it out of the way. I'm going to sit
on the floor and sort through the pile of printed out patterns this
morning. There is actually room to spread them all out. I bet I don't
really need all of them.
My granddaughter is coming over this
afternoon. There will be no dollhouse for her today, but there are
plenty of other things to do. I'll have the dollhouse ready for her
by Friday. I am looking forward to setting it all up tomorrow.
Getting all the furnishings out of the box they've been packed in,
and making the house pretty again. I will see if I can't maybe get my
youngest daughter's input on how to arrange all of it. It will be
like playing dolls with her again. I don't think we girls ever get
too old to have fun with little bitty dolls and miniature furniture.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Tattooed Jeans
Tattoo your legs
(pretty, but permanent),
or
paint your skinny jeans
(temporary tattoos)
like I did.
Monday, June 24, 2013
People Say My Husband's Scary
People say my husband's scary.
An opinion I can't dissuade.
He is big and bald and brawny,
but I have never been afraid.
He's my tall polite provider,
playful, pleasant, pertinacious,
protecting of his family,
practical, and perspicacious.
He had to let his hair grow back
and his face fill up with a beard
for a movie roll he landed.
His friends and family all cheered.
I was totally excited.
I'm his greatest supporting fan.
Now my hairy handsome husband,
I see a teddy-bear-ish man.
Alas, I'm told the role he plays
is massive mean mobster muscle
for the movie's leading bad man.
He's not one with which to tussle.
So, whether he has hair or not,
doesn't apparently matter.
He will always scare the strangers.
When I'm with him, they all scatter.
By:
Paula D. Nevison
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Supermoon
The biggest full moon of the year. Today, at 7 a.m. EDT, the moon
will be the closest to the Earth of 2013, perigee — the point in
its orbit bringing it closest to Earth, a distance of 221,824 miles.
When the perigee moon lies close to the horizon it can appear absolutely enormous. That is when the famous "moon illusion” combines with reality to produce a truly stunning view. For reasons not fully understood by astronomers or psychologists, a low-hanging moon looks incredibly large when hovering near to trees, buildings and other foreground objects. The fact that the moon will be much closer than usual this weekend will only serve to amplify this strange effect.
So a perigee moon, either rising in the east at sunset or dropping down in the west at sunrise might seem to make the moon appear so close that it almost appears that you could touch it.
Moon Data
The following information is provided for Mobile, Mobile County, Alabama (longitude W88.1, latitude N30.7):
Huge moon at moonrise
When the perigee moon lies close to the horizon it can appear absolutely enormous. That is when the famous "moon illusion” combines with reality to produce a truly stunning view. For reasons not fully understood by astronomers or psychologists, a low-hanging moon looks incredibly large when hovering near to trees, buildings and other foreground objects. The fact that the moon will be much closer than usual this weekend will only serve to amplify this strange effect.
So a perigee moon, either rising in the east at sunset or dropping down in the west at sunrise might seem to make the moon appear so close that it almost appears that you could touch it.
Moon Data
The following information is provided for Mobile, Mobile County, Alabama (longitude W88.1, latitude N30.7):
Saturday: Moonrise 7:17 p.m. On 22 June 2013 Sunday: Moonset 6:03 a.m. On 23 June 2013 Moonrise 8:16 p.m. On 23 June 2013
If you miss the rise of the supermoon, “you can watch the lunar event live online with the online skywatching website Slooh Space Camera. The Slooh Space Camera will offer a free webcast of the supermoon fullmoon at 9 p.m. EDT on Sunday”
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Moby Dick
“Be sure of this, O young ambition, all mortal greatness is but disease.”
― Herman Melville, Moby Dick
― Herman Melville, Moby Dick
Friday, June 21, 2013
There's Nothing To Do
I'm bored. There's nothing
to do.
I'm hungry. What can I
eat?
There's carrots,
but they have to be peeled
and cut.
There's celery,
but that has to be washed
and cut.
Onions, yuck.
Why do I even buy them?
They sit until spoiled,
then I throw them out.
Apples,
but I'd need to peel them,
or the skin will get stuck
in my teeth.
Oranges,
they'd need to be peeled
or cut,
so I'll get pith stuck
under my fingernails, or in my teeth.
Watermelon,
but it's big and heavy and
messy to cut up.
Last night's leftovers,
but I have to dirty dishes
to warm that up.
There's lunchmeat and
cheese.
I could make a sandwich,
but there's no bread.
Wait, I don't even eat
bread.
It's weird to make a
sandwich without bread.
I should put the
ingredients in the bread machine
and make some bread.
My kids would like that.
My dishwasher is full of
clean dishes.
I should put them away.
The dryer is done.
I should unload that too.
Those clothes need to be
folded and put away.
Ironing.
My daughter has two shirts
that need ironing,
but then I have to drag
out the ironing board.
I could go check the mail,
but it's so hot outside.
I should knit some more on
my friend's sweater,
but my elbow hurts.
I could paint that picture
that's been in my head,
but then I'd have to clear
the table;
sort this pile of mail,
move these library books
(that I should read).
I wonder what's on TV.
Probably nothing.
I'm bored. There's nothing
to eat.
There's nothing to do.
By:
Paula D. Nevison
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Raining Dogs
Today was hot and sunny,
but now the sun has set.
I'm standing in the backyard
waiting for my dogs to potty.
They disappear into the dark shadows.
I feel a cool breeze.
The sky winks at me, and
grumbles in his low quiet voice.
Here is the beautiful weather
that I longed for all day.
He winks at me again.
Tells me to hurry my dogs along.
It isn't hot. There's a breeze. No
bugs.
I hear Maximus howl.
He's not usually the barking dog.
The sky growls back at him.
I call all the dogs in for the night.
My dogs don't like to go out in the
rain.
When it rains during the day,
we play a waiting game.
I don't like the waiting game.
Watching, waiting, to catch them
right before the emergency,
and go outside in the rain with them,
so they can potty (not in the house).
The growling sky disturbs my dogs.
They pace the floor,
toenails ticking on the tile,
they bark back, trying to be brave,
telling him to stop
grumbling, growling, winking, pouring
rain.
I prefer it to storm at night.
My dogs huddle up tight,
quiet on the floor around my bed.
By: Paula D. Nevison
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Book Review, Accidental Genius
I have been reading the book called,
Accidental Genius, Using
Writing to Generate Your Best Ideas, Insight, and Content,
by Mark Levy. In chapter 15, Levy talks about creating a fictional
board of directors in your mind and holding conversations (on paper)
with these people to help talk through your business problems. He
uses the ludicrous example of Abraham Lincoln as one of the people on
the board. Levy talks about how difficult it is for him to imagine
these people, and how he must write down a characterization of each
of them. Personally, I do not understand why he finds this so
difficult. I do not agree that it is a good idea to make up and talk
to people (real or fictional people) in your imagination. If this is
difficult for you to do, then don't do it. If it is easy for you to
do, then you are either a gifted fiction story writer, or one step
away from a split personality disorder, or both.
I am a stay-at-home mom. I do not have
“work” problems to solve. My “board of directors” is my
husband (president), myself (vice president), and my children
(employees). It would be foolish to talk to imaginary people when I
have the real people around me most of the time.
I do believe that this “free writing”
Levy is advocating could help a person come up with a new angle to
look at and solve a problem. I liked the section that talks about
writing down all the facts you have on a subject/topic/problem
(because it is another version of those lists I like to make). I
agree that writing things down as you think of them can keep your
brain on track. Levy points out that when we just think about
something, we tend to digress into something else and are quickly
completely off topic. He says to use free writing as a way to keep
yourself focused, or as a way to direct your thinking.
Another thing he writes a whole chapter
on is that “You Are What You Focus On” (chapter 21). I do believe
this to be true. The things you choose to do, and the books you
choose to read during your free time make you who you are. (If you
spend all your free time practicing the flute, you won't be a very
good golfer. Likewise, if you are golfing every chance you get, you
won't be very good at playing the flute.) You become what you focus
on. If you only focus on your horrible childhood and your abusive
molesting family member (like my ex-husband seems to be doing), you
will be lucky to escape turning into this same personality you
despise. What you focus on is important. “It is what you
read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you
can't help it.” – Oscar Wilde
In general, I think this book is a
lengthy way of saying...Write it down. It was a slightly boring read,
but had short enough chapters to keep me turning pages. And with the
exception of chapter 15, Levy has some interesting ways to approach
business problem solving through writing that I had not heard before.
Now I am going to read Moby
Dick.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Frozen Yogurt, Not Health Food
This is a link to a post by Vani Hari that gives a good look at the ingredients in frozen yogurt. It is well worth the few minutes it takes to read.
Food Babe Investigates: Frozen Yogurt Gone Bad
http://www.100daysofrealfood.com/2013/06/12/food-babe-investigates-frozen-yogurt-gone-bad/“Commercially available frozen yogurt is one of the most processed food products on the planet!”
“...which is outlawed in 27 countries and study after study links it to many forms of cancers.”
She has included a few links to some
ice cream and sorbet recipes at the bottom of her article. I have an
easy to use little ice cream maker in my cupboard. I'm going to get
it out and try some of her recipes.
Monday, June 17, 2013
A Child of God
I found this while I was looking
through notebooks. It was between a Breakfast ideas list and a Lunch
ideas list. Written sometime between February and July 2000. There
were menus dated 2/1, 2/2, 2/3, etc before the breakfast ideas and a
dentist appointment scribbled in some pages after for 7-6-00. I wonder what was on the missing pages.
Probably grocery lists, or a number jotted down and handed off
to my husband.
“A child is not a dog
to fetch you this and that.
A child is not a remote
to get up and change the TV
channel at your whim
because you don't feel like it.
Sometimes a child is scared
when there seems to be no
reason at all, but that
doesn't mean the fear is
less legit'.
God made each child unique
and individual and no less
special than you.
How would you treat someone
else's child, a guest in your
house, whose parent was
standing near?
You consider yourself a child of God,
but have you considered who
else in your house is also a child
of the God who cares for them too?”
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Notebooks
It's June. The year is almost half
over. Time to reexamine my New Year's resolutions. Have I done any of
them? Am I doing anything that will help bring them about, further
them along? What were they? Where did I put that list? It's in one of
those little notebooks I write in.
I guess I'm going to go on a notebook
hunt. Slightly dangerous thing to do. I start looking through those
notebooks and I loose track of time. It's like going through old
memories, like old photos or yearbooks without any of the bad. There
are only good things in those books, things I like, things I made,
things I want to do or make. They contain menus, budgets, family
Christmas present wish lists, dated holiday menus and seating
arrangements, favorite Christmas cookies. There are lists of things
to do in the summer with my kids (when they were little) to keep them
busy with fun things, and so maybe I wouldn't hear, “I'm bored.
There's nothing to do.” There are even drawings by my children.
Since I usually have a notebook in my knitting bag with me
everywhere, it is a perfect thing to hand to a bored child while we
wait (for our food at a restaurant, or wherever).
Those notebooks are scattered all
through my house. Some are in my bedroom, some are on the cookbook
shelf, some are in project bags with projects that need them. Some
are in the spare room on my bookshelf of craft books. There's even
one in my car...They are everywhere.
Friday, June 14, 2013
Write it Down (then tat with blue)
I don't have an epiphany every day, but
it is nice to be able to work through things by writing, and through
use of verse.
Maybe nobody reads this blog. The
reading, or being read, is not important. It's the writing, the
remembering, the working through things...that's...yes.
Some years ago my oldest daughter was
going through some boy drama. I gave her a notebook and told her to
write about, rip it up, and throw it away. It seemed to help her.
Last year one of my youngest daughter’s teachers had everyone in
class write a letter to somebody they were mad at, or had a crush on,
or wanted to apologize to; then throw it away, or burn it, or keep it
in a box. The point was to let out and deal with feelings instead of
holding them inside. Hmm.
I tatted with variegated blue size 80
thread yesterday.
Blue: Soft, soothing,
compassionate and caring, Blue is the color of deliberation and
introspection, conservatism and duty. Patient, persevering,
conscientious, sensitive and self-controlled, Blues like to be
admired for their steady character and wisdom. They are faithful, but
are often worriers with somewhat inflexible beliefs and can be too
cautious, and suspicious of flamboyant behavior.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Tatted Snowflakes to "leave it colder"
When I leave the world,
it will be colder.
I am not giving in.
I will not bow.
I am not proud,
nor a cold-blooded fake.
Fall
Now the dark begins to rise
Save your breath, it's far from over
Now the dark begins to rise
Save your breath, it's far from over
Leave the lost and dead
behind
Now's your chance to run for cover
I don't want to change the world
I just wanna leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere
All is lost again
But I'm not giving in
I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away
Fall
Watch the end through dying eyes
Now the dark is taking over
Show me where forever dies
Take the fall and run to Heaven
All is lost again
But I'm not giving in
I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away
And I'll survive, paranoid
I have lost the will to change
And I am not proud, cold-blooded fake
I will shut the world away
Open your eyes!
I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away
And I'll survive; paranoid
I have lost the will to change
And I am not proud, cold-blooded fake
I will shut the world away
Fall!
Now's your chance to run for cover
I don't want to change the world
I just wanna leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere
All is lost again
But I'm not giving in
I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away
Fall
Watch the end through dying eyes
Now the dark is taking over
Show me where forever dies
Take the fall and run to Heaven
All is lost again
But I'm not giving in
I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away
And I'll survive, paranoid
I have lost the will to change
And I am not proud, cold-blooded fake
I will shut the world away
Open your eyes!
I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away
And I'll survive; paranoid
I have lost the will to change
And I am not proud, cold-blooded fake
I will shut the world away
Fall!
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Tatted Crosses
Since the Tatter's Guild meeting, I've
tatted three cross bookmarks, finally using all the yellow thread
that was on two of my shuttles. Now I'm going to wind white thread,
thread some beads, and make snowflakes until the next meeting when we
will start our Christmas tree angels.
You know...
having a cross (or a
Bible)
doesn't make you a good
person,
any more than having golf
clubs
makes you an expert
golfer,
or having expensive
cookware
makes you a chef.
I can buy $40 exotic wood
knitting needles or $2 aluminum knitting needles. I can't knit any
better on the expensive needles than I can on the cheap needles.
Having a “thing” is not what makes the difference. What you do
with things is what matters.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Inactions Are as Telling as Actions
Things a man acts on, and things he
doesn't act on,
like defrauding his Facebook friends of
money to pay an attorney to fight an ex-wife,
then not paying the attorney who
formally filed papers firing him as a client for non-payment.
He cheated his attorney like he cheated
his Facebook friends so she made it public knowledge.
I wonder what he did with the money his
friends gave him
because he didn't use it to pay his
attorney.
Or not showing up to court with another
ex-wife.
Judge called the attorney listed (who
was helping him fight her)
found out this attorney withdrew too.
I wonder if it was because he didn't
pay him either.
I wonder if same friends gave him money
a couple years ago for this too.
Or non-payment of child support, even
after the judge says pay.
Or intentionally not picking up legal
mail.
Or moving and not leaving forwarding
addresses, even though the court told him to.
Looks to me like
What
A Man
Doesn't
Do
Will
Tell You
Everything
You
Need
To
Know
Monday, June 10, 2013
Tatter's Guild Meeting, June
Tatter's Guild meeting was yesterday. I
dragged my youngest daughter with me. It's been a while since I
brought her. She is growing into a beautiful young lady, taller than
me now. She brought her sketch pad, drew a flamingo and a pretty
dress while we discussed the annual International Old Lacers, Inc.
(IOLI) business.
Familiar
faces surrounded the table. Some of these ladies have been in the
Guild longer than me. I joined back when my second child was so
little that I carried her into the meeting in a car seat. She slept
through the whole meeting. To me, nothing has changed. Everyone looks
the same. It has been 20 years. 20 years – that never occurred to
me until now. Wow. We've watched each others children grow up and get
married. I still have 2 of mine at home, but they are not babies
anymore.
Starting next month, we are going to be
tatting some Christmas tree angels together. Not a required project,
but fun, and I am going to join in with them.
We discussed some upcoming local craft
shows and fairs. Maybe we will have a booth in the State Fair in
Pensacola, FL in November. There is some kind of art fair in
Lucedale, MS about that same time. The Greater Gulf State Fair is the
end of October, and the Port City Crafters have a craft sale in
November. A lot of options.
I was working on a tatted bookmark byJane Eborall.
I forgot how to close a mock ring. Good thing I went to the meeting.
One of the ladies demonstrated it for me. A couple ladies were
working on tatted edgings. One lady brought her bobbin lace. It is so
amazing and delicate. She was working on a heart shaped design
(almost finished). Another lady was wearing some pretty earrings she
had tatted. She has a lot of beautiful tatted earrings, necklaces,
and pins, and also tats big projects like shawls, and intricate
little dolls. She brought some split ring cross bookmarks she just
finished for show & tell. Seeing them made me want to make them
too. I'm not going to, but I went home and finished the bookmark I
was tatting. Going to the Tatter's Guild meeting is always so
inspiring. Now I have dozens of pattern ideas and projects I want to
tat swimming around in my head.
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Vampires Scare Colors Away
Where do colors go at night?
Everything is black and gray.
All the colors go away.
Beauty stayed back in the day.
Vampires come out to play.
Vampires come out to play.
Imagination is a blight.
Makes everything seem a fright.
Criminals come out and fight,
because there is the lack of light.
Because there is the lack of light,
the colors do not care to stay.
In the sun they want to play,
from vampires to stay away.
Nothing good comes after day.
Nothing good comes after day.
Drug dealers hang out in bars.
Prostitutes walk out to cars.
Vampires drink blood from jars.
Criminals break into stores.
Criminals break into stores.
Buildings must be locked up tight.
Children in safe from the night,
hide with colors of the light.
Vampires fly through moonlight.
Vampires fly through moonlight,
and scare the colors far away
from surfaces adorned all day.
So everything is black and gray,
when vampires come out to play.
by:
Paula Dean Nevison
According to Dracula, a branch
of wild rose laid on a coffin could stop the vampire in it from
leaving (but wouldn't hurt them).
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/OurVampiresAreDifferent
In the visible spectrum, white reflects
light and is a presence of all colors, but black absorbs light and is
an absence of color. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black
Friday, June 7, 2013
Vincent van Gogh Painted Yellow Roses
Yellow Roses, my favorite. Maybe his.
Glass with Roses
Vincent
van Gogh
Painting, Oil on Cardboard on Multiplex borad
Paris, France: Summer, 1886
Van Gogh Museum
Amsterdam, The Netherlands, Europe
F: 218, JH: 1144
Painting, Oil on Cardboard on Multiplex borad
Paris, France: Summer, 1886
Van Gogh Museum
Amsterdam, The Netherlands, Europe
F: 218, JH: 1144
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Sherlock Holmes, Hope from Flowers
“What
a lovely thing a rose is!"
He walked past the couch to the open window and held up the drooping stalk of a moss-rose, looking down at the dainty blend of crimson and green. It was a new phase of his character to me, for I had never before seen him show any keen interest in natural objects.
"There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as religion," said he, leaning with his back against the shutters. "It can be built up as an exact science by the reasoner. Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Naval Treaty
He walked past the couch to the open window and held up the drooping stalk of a moss-rose, looking down at the dainty blend of crimson and green. It was a new phase of his character to me, for I had never before seen him show any keen interest in natural objects.
"There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as religion," said he, leaning with his back against the shutters. "It can be built up as an exact science by the reasoner. Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Naval Treaty
Tatted Rose and Rose Leaf
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Nobody Knows This Little Rose
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Look Old Faster
“Lysosomes are cellular
organelles that contain acid hydrolase enzymes that break down waste
materials and cellular debris. They can be described as the stomach
of the cell...Lysosomes are
the cell's waste disposal system...”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lysosome
“Mitosis is the most dramatic event
in a cell's life. Cellular structures that have always been there
suddenly disintegrate, new structures are constructed, and it all
culminates in the cell splitting in half.”
http://publications.nigms.nih.gov/insidethecell/chapter4.html#6
Basically, when a cell dies,
lysosomes eat up the dead cell. Another cell divides, and takes the
place of the dead cell. Cells, however, only divide a finite number
of times before they 'retire'.
“It turns out
that each cell has 92 internal clocks—one at each end of its 46
chromosomes. Before a cell divides, it copies its chromosomes so that
each daughter cell will get a complete set. But because of how the
copying is done, the very ends of our long, slender chromosomes don't
get copied. It's as if a photocopier cut off the first and last lines
of each page.
As a result, our
chromosomes shorten with each cell division. Fortunately, the regions
at the ends of our chromosomes—called telomeres—spell out the
genetic equivalent of gibberish, so no harm comes from leaving parts
of them behind. But once a cell's telomeres shrink to a critical
minimum size, the cell takes notice and stops dividing.”
http://publications.nigms.nih.gov/insidethecell/chapter5.html#9
What about a chemical peel? “In this treatment, a chemical solution is applied to the skin, which makes it 'blister' and eventually peel off. The new skin is usually smoother and less wrinkled than the old skin.” http://www.webmd.com/beauty/peels/cosmetic-procedures-chemical-peel-treatments
Duh! It's new skin. Of course it looks smoother and less wrinkled. But, it's new skin. You've just forced more cell division, speeding up the aging process for a temporary fix. Same thing with those 'age-reversing' retinols.
“...retinoids are still the gold
standard in anti-aging for their ability to accelerate skin cell
turnover...” http://www.prevention.com/best-retinols/
So, in striving to look younger, you
are actually speeding up the aging process.
What about laying out in the sun to
get that bronzed glowing tanned skin?
“Chronic exposure to the sun also
causes premature aging, which over time can make the skin become
thick, wrinkled, and leathery. Since it occurs gradually,...premature
aging is often regarded as an unavoidable, normal part of growing
older. However, up to 90 percent of the visible skin changes
commonly attributed to aging
are caused by the sun.”
http://www.epa.gov/sunwise/uvandhealth.html
Smoking speeds up aging too.
“And smoking
doesn't cause wrinkles only on your face. Smoking also is associated
with increased wrinkling and skin damage on other parts of your body,
including your inner arms. While the skin wrinkles may
not be reversible,
you can prevent worsening of wrinkling by quitting smoking now.
How does smoking
lead to wrinkles? The nicotine in cigarettes causes narrowing of the
blood vessels in the outermost layers of your skin. This impairs
blood flow to your skin. With less blood flow, your skin doesn't get
as much oxygen and important nutrients, such as vitamin A. Many of
the more than 4,000 chemicals in tobacco smoke also damage collagen
and elastin, which are fibers that give your skin its strength and
elasticity. As a result, skin begins to sag and wrinkle
prematurely because of smoking.
In addition,
repeated exposure to the heat from burning cigarettes and the facial
expressions you make when smoking — such as pursing your lips when
inhaling and squinting your eyes to keep out smoke — may contribute
to wrinkles.” http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/smoking/AN00644
So grab those cigarettes and hit
the beach. It's summertime. Don't forget to wash your face before
you go to bed with that special 'anti-aging' crème. After all, you
only live once, and you want to get old as fast as you can.
Monday, June 3, 2013
It Shows on Your Face
What's inside,
comes outside,
and shows on your face.
The clock keeps ticking.
Against time,
it's a race.
When young,
you appear
any way you want.
As time passes,
your face,
your soul does flaunt.
As the wrinkles
and lines
appear on your skin,
they tell the tale
of who
is within.
Do you smile a lot?
Do you smoke?
Do you frown?
It's drawn on your face,
like makeup
on a clown.
Your innermost feelings,
thoughts, and desires,
creep through your skin.
They do not,
and will not
stay hidden.
Happy,
sad,
stuck-up,
it will show on your face.
Your emotions
get stuck up
on your face.
Remember
what mom said,
“Stop that.
It will stick on your face.”
This you should dread.
Your expressions
draw lines.
Your soul wins the race.
What's inside,
comes outside,
and shows on your face.
by:
Paula D. Nevison
Saturday, June 1, 2013
The Rose, Birth Flower of June
The rose has come to represent June
because of its abundance at this time of year. It symbolizes love and
beauty. In the “Language of Flowers” each color of rose has a
special meaning. This was very important back in the Victorian era
when it was considered totally inappropriate to express feelings of
love or affection. I found several websites that list the meanings of
each color. I personally don't get into this hidden meaning thing. To
me, a rose is a flower; flowers are pretty. Yellow is my favorite
color. If you bring me yellow flowers, that means you paid attention
and remembered that I like yellow; paid attention and remembered “is
a good thing” (like Martha
Stewart says).
Rose Ripple Potholder
The other main flower to represent June
is the Honeysuckle; very fragrant, sweet smelling, much associated
with summer, especially June. The Honeysuckle means devoted
affection, bonds of love.
http://www.flowerfairiespictures.com/june
http://www.birthdaygems.org/birth-month-flowers/june-birth-flower.htm
http://www.birthdaygems.org/birth-month-flowers/june-birth-flower.htm
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