Forgot to post my birthday visit with my boyfriend October 2020.  I can't remember a year Big Tex at the Great State Fair of Texas hasn't wished me a Happy Birthday.  I think these two guys remind him every year.  For years, and I mean years, I've whined about going up in the skytracker after a storm to help them tuck in Big Tex's shirtail after the winds.  So far they've had every excuse in the book, I'm too small for the safety equipment, etc.   But hope springs eternal, next year might be my year.  I'll be there, whining!

Two of the three Cynthias found these wonderful "C" pins in a fun shop in Santa Fe.  They had to hunt for the third "C" pin and I cherish it as I do them.  Today we were texting and admiring Cynthia #2's Christmas cactus in its magnificence.   The cactus' name is "Little Lottie"  she's not a Cynthia.

When Cynthia #1 signed off she texted, "The 3 C's - Cool Cuties Club".

Cynthia #2 responded, "Forever."   

Friendships Forever  - friends who even let you use their names.   

We are the forever the "Cool Cuties Club".

Slowly but surely.  I've decided to move on from paint.  I was watching a show called Quilting Arts and a guest kept her paper towels she'd cleaned her paint brushes on.  Really pretty.  She put a liquid  on the towels, to stiffen, put some towels with it, sewed them together and then decorative stitches.  Came out very artsy.  I think this chair needs something unusual like painted, quilted paper towels.  Next photo - paper towels!

I can't find a picture of my little rocking chair before I started repainting, but I will.  My Uncle Eddie saved this chair.  In South Louisiana it was rare to go to someone's house and not see these little armless rocking chairs.  As a child it was a big deal for me when I could finally sit and touch the floor.  Before that no arms made me worry I'd fall out at any minute.  They were all plain brown wood with a needlepoint seat.  Going to make it my own.  Stay with me.

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​Last night Randall called with Mr. Mischief in his lap.  I told him, "I'm looking forward to the scheduled spaceflight tomorrow.   The event reminds me of your Dad's and my flight on the Concord.  That was the  closest I'll ever get to seeing  a spaceship cockpit."  Randall said, "You need to start writing these stories down, Mom".  

I can't remember the date, sometime in the early 80's. I was reading Bob's frequent flyer airline miles statement.  All the way down at the bottom was a minuscule footnote - the number of miles needed for a round trip flight on the Concord.  I checked Bob's miles, he had more than enough.  Showed him the statement, he read it and looked at me, eyes twinkling.  Book the trip!

The bonus miles included round trip on a regular AA jet  Dallas/NYC, Concord to London and return.  I've researched a bit and it seems all the flights would have been $40K to $50K for both of us.   Back in the day we dressed for flights, but for the Concord we DRESSED.  My Mom loaned me her mink coat, I wore my highest heels and Bob wore a suit and even a tie, oh my.

The Concord had it's own lounge at JFK with butlers, incredible food and drink.  If only I'd had a bigger purse, I could have snuck an extra lobster tail on board.  No worries, the food on the Concord was incredible.

Bob and I visited the cockpit on the outbound and inbound flights before the plane reached Mach 2.  Bob tried to take in every detail to tell his Dad, a pilot who trained WWII fighter pilots.  Bob's Dad would have loved to take a seat with the pilots.

We met dear friends Pam and Ronnie in London.  We arrived a little early, our flight taking 3 hours and 30 minutes, theirs 7 and a half hours.  I'm sure our time in London was wonderful, but it's only the flight on the Concord I remember in detail.  

Just another adventure in the wonderful magic world of J.R. "Bob" Minick, the Love of My Life..

I didn't realize the Eldorado, NM Artists' Studio Tour is the largest in the state.  I was lucky to live almost across the street in Lamy and have great girlfriends go on the tour with me.  Fell in love with this spirit stick (first picture).  My Two Cynthias also did, so much so that when the artist told us where she procured her branches, we said, "Road Trip"!   Off to Cochiti climbing piles of driftwood, picking our favorites and helping each other climb the very large pile and pull them out and in the truck.  Perfect day.  When my son flew in to drive me from Lamy to Tulsa, he said of course when I asked him if he could fit the branches in the little U-Haul.  Now after living in my new back yard, this one is finally in the house becoming a decorated Spirit Stick (second picture).  I love my Spirit Stick will have My Two Cynthias' and my son's spirit.  Here it is in progress.  Suggestions welcome.

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Ahead of my time, many years ago I was preparing for bowling alley reopenings.  Never thought they would be closed because of a pandemic, but glad to be heading to the lanes with my stylish personal ball.  Kinda a shame I mosaiced over the finger holes.     I hope you're enjoying my Lottie Logic blob.

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You know me as a Dollar Tree loyalist.  But I discovered a Five Below store here in Tulsa a few months ago.  Bought this little stool - because it was $5.00.  No other reason.  It screamed "Bling me up".   And I'm so proud it's not sitting here staring at me as a UFO (Un Finished Object).   A little decoupage on the legs, crochet around the side, thank you My Talented Crochet Artist Debbie for teaching me crochet. Many thanks to My Dear Ones from beading class in Santa Fe, especially Our Beader Extraordinaire Teacher Joni Alm.