Wednesday, September 16, 2015
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diana in the country...(mama's happy artisan market)
i participated in the mama's happy artisan market this past weekend. it was so much fun and met so many nice people. (thank you amanda and jolie!)
if you have read my last blog, you know that i am just getting back out in the world and doing things.
i had to tell flora that i would be working away from the studio for a few days, there would be no starbucks for her, and she would be hanging at her friend dukes house. these are the faces she gave me!
then, i swapped my small car with my friends car, "big rig" and loaded up for the show.
i printed the directions out and hit the road. the directions said it would only take me 38 minutes to get there. after an hour and a half of driving, i pulled into a gas station to ask directions..the attendant just shook his head, and told me to go back for 45 miles and turn..ok. in the meantime, steve, who knows that i get lost all of the time, is texting me and reminding me that i have a map app on my phone.
i don't stress out about getting lost. i have been this way since i can remember...but, here was my stressor...when will the big rig need gas, and what kind? i have never pumped my own gas before...
i made it there in with plenty of gas still in the tank, drove up to my tent to unload, and the rain starts coming.. oh well...the tent was up and i started to work on my display. i got distracted when i saw chickens. i am a city girl.
then there was this....WHAT? i never have.....until now!!
all set up, have directions to get home..trade cars again and start relaxing...only to hear thunder, lightening and rain for hours. i just told myself that the tent and its sides would protect my work.
back on the road, the next morning...driving and seeing pretty countryside, horses, cows etc and arrive at mama's happy. i was told to park next door at the neighbors. well...i saw plenty of room, so i decided with my mad driving skills (i rarely drive!!) to back in the spot, so when it was time to leave, i would be ready...that is when my car slides in the mud, and spun a bit. stuck. oh well. locked it up and went to my booth/tent where all was dry. by the end of the day, the sun had dried out the mud enough for me to get out.
the weather turned out to be perfect although a bit chilly, good music i met wonderful people, fun art to see, several of my old and new friends were there. it was a successful event.
i am now home, have my own car back, unpacking in the studio, and have flora home with me.
life is good other than a cold that i caught..
thank you for taking the time to read this...always open to any feedback.
diana
p.s. thank you coco and wendy for helping me pack up to go home....xoxo
if you have read my last blog, you know that i am just getting back out in the world and doing things.
i had to tell flora that i would be working away from the studio for a few days, there would be no starbucks for her, and she would be hanging at her friend dukes house. these are the faces she gave me!
then, i swapped my small car with my friends car, "big rig" and loaded up for the show.
i printed the directions out and hit the road. the directions said it would only take me 38 minutes to get there. after an hour and a half of driving, i pulled into a gas station to ask directions..the attendant just shook his head, and told me to go back for 45 miles and turn..ok. in the meantime, steve, who knows that i get lost all of the time, is texting me and reminding me that i have a map app on my phone.
i don't stress out about getting lost. i have been this way since i can remember...but, here was my stressor...when will the big rig need gas, and what kind? i have never pumped my own gas before...
i made it there in with plenty of gas still in the tank, drove up to my tent to unload, and the rain starts coming.. oh well...the tent was up and i started to work on my display. i got distracted when i saw chickens. i am a city girl.
then there was this....WHAT? i never have.....until now!!
all set up, have directions to get home..trade cars again and start relaxing...only to hear thunder, lightening and rain for hours. i just told myself that the tent and its sides would protect my work.
back on the road, the next morning...driving and seeing pretty countryside, horses, cows etc and arrive at mama's happy. i was told to park next door at the neighbors. well...i saw plenty of room, so i decided with my mad driving skills (i rarely drive!!) to back in the spot, so when it was time to leave, i would be ready...that is when my car slides in the mud, and spun a bit. stuck. oh well. locked it up and went to my booth/tent where all was dry. by the end of the day, the sun had dried out the mud enough for me to get out.
the weather turned out to be perfect although a bit chilly, good music i met wonderful people, fun art to see, several of my old and new friends were there. it was a successful event.
i am now home, have my own car back, unpacking in the studio, and have flora home with me.
life is good other than a cold that i caught..
thank you for taking the time to read this...always open to any feedback.
diana
p.s. thank you coco and wendy for helping me pack up to go home....xoxo
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
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coming home to me.....
about 10 years ago, i divorced my husband (wasband) of 27 years. i bought my first home alone (a townhouse), and started a new life. i was still feeling raw from losing my dad a couple of years prior to this.
moving into my sweet little house felt so peaceful, blissful and hopeful.
i loved my first year there...i had a cozy home, a beautiful patio, and my studio moved in with me (it had been in a warehouse full of other artists).
i felt free and happy, and never lost being a strong minded person... it ended in a flash.
i began to be threatened and harassed by a neighbor, ended up in court for a much too long law suit, restraining order involved..you get the picture.
in the midst of all this chaos, i met steve (perma date). we decided to live together, and 6 months later we bought our home.
the lawsuit was on going, but i just worked and created and tried to settle into my new life. the lawsuit finally ended about a year after we moved here.
then i got really sick with a thyroid misdiagnosis, then cancer.
between the lawsuit and illness, i lost all of my money.. and never wanting to have the starving artist syndrome, i knew i would keep working.
i have spent the last 5 years healing and working. my art work is what kept me sane...and steve.
i rarely left the house, when i saw my friends, they came here. i used to be a social creature, but i just wanted to isolate. i avoided people in our new neighborhood, and when i had to go out, i was usually with steve. going out was an effort.
there was no feeling of anxiety or depression (i do know what that feels like) , just a feeling of wanting to isolate. my peace was in my studio.
i am so grateful for social media, keeping me connected on some level with the world.
then in a flash...it changed, again. for some reason, i decided to go to an indie kindred gathering, where i met jen lee, rachel owen awes and many other artists..wonderful evening.
there was a neighborhood night out...went to that.
went to linda petersons' cd release event, with steve, (everyone should have her cd, it has become the music played most in my studio)..fun evening.
brunches and lunches, seeing my friends out in the world, grocery shopping, signing up for shows, and reconnecting...
i don't feel 100% like the old me, but feel at home with the new me. finally.
thank you for taking the time to read my blog. let me know if you have any questions or comments.
diana
moving into my sweet little house felt so peaceful, blissful and hopeful.
i loved my first year there...i had a cozy home, a beautiful patio, and my studio moved in with me (it had been in a warehouse full of other artists).
i felt free and happy, and never lost being a strong minded person... it ended in a flash.
i began to be threatened and harassed by a neighbor, ended up in court for a much too long law suit, restraining order involved..you get the picture.
in the midst of all this chaos, i met steve (perma date). we decided to live together, and 6 months later we bought our home.
the lawsuit was on going, but i just worked and created and tried to settle into my new life. the lawsuit finally ended about a year after we moved here.
then i got really sick with a thyroid misdiagnosis, then cancer.
between the lawsuit and illness, i lost all of my money.. and never wanting to have the starving artist syndrome, i knew i would keep working.
i have spent the last 5 years healing and working. my art work is what kept me sane...and steve.
i rarely left the house, when i saw my friends, they came here. i used to be a social creature, but i just wanted to isolate. i avoided people in our new neighborhood, and when i had to go out, i was usually with steve. going out was an effort.
there was no feeling of anxiety or depression (i do know what that feels like) , just a feeling of wanting to isolate. my peace was in my studio.
i am so grateful for social media, keeping me connected on some level with the world.
then in a flash...it changed, again. for some reason, i decided to go to an indie kindred gathering, where i met jen lee, rachel owen awes and many other artists..wonderful evening.
there was a neighborhood night out...went to that.
brunches and lunches, seeing my friends out in the world, grocery shopping, signing up for shows, and reconnecting...
i don't feel 100% like the old me, but feel at home with the new me. finally.
thank you for taking the time to read my blog. let me know if you have any questions or comments.
diana
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