My artist friend Linda Brooks Alread took me to a lovely gallery here where I met Cynthia Ann Brown a good friend of Linda's.  She was weaving a darling basket.  Linda and I were interested and she invited us to join the Tulsa Basketeers group.  They meet at the lodge at the Gathering Place.  And all are great weavers, so generous with their expertise and lovely women and men.  

My Linda's talent for basket weaving must have been just waiting because her baskets, lots of them compared to my one, are wonderful.  And she's still going strong.

I'm feeling the Eldorado, NM vibe back when my days were filled with great friends in my beading and weaving groups.  They all gently moved me to the world again and I am still in touch with them.  Just sent them a picture of my basket.  The material I used is from one of the friends there who had a moving sale.  I think her material makes the mistakes less notable.  Or is it the friendship?

And yes, there's a hole in the middle of the basket.  The group had all kinds of ideas for me to cover it and told me to keeping thinking of something creative.  Oh dear, they really don't know me yet!!!!!!

This has also inspired me to get back to this blog.  More to come!

Martha, David and I drove to Pawhuska.  Martha is a Pioneer Woman Fan Addict.   David took a nap in the car so of course we got lost and ended up on the 2 lane road.  I'm putting David in the tote bag when we travel from now on because the drive was beautiful., let's always get lost.  Emerald green everywhere with all the rain we've had.  A beautiful drive.
David's first trip to a public bathroom and we couldn't have picked a nicer one with nicer people.  David was an absolute star.  Everyone wanted to take their picture with him and he wanted to go home with one lady.  I had a fit, but he said, "just an overnighter"?????

Rubber Gloves a fabulous music venue in Denton, Texas hosted a wonderful birthday party for Bob's and my son June 8, 2021.  I do not do Denton except for this.  But what fun to surprise him!  Rachel was in on the surprise.  And Rubber Gloves is an amazing entertainment extravaganza!

No birthday gifts, however one friend Vincent, brought Randall the most wonderful gift - David the Shrunken Head.  Remember the talking shrunken heads in Prisoner of Azkaban?  No bigger Harry Potter fan than me and what could Randall do but regift to me then and there.  

David will be traveling and we will be writing about his travels,  yes David can transcribe.  And also be a bit of a pain already.  Instead of shrinking him down more, I think he just needs a bit of bling.  I can bling.  Check out Episode #2 coming soon.  

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..