Dream Big is doing it again!!!

I remember meeting Dream Big in July; one of the many appeals then was that his posts were under 500 words (I go cross-eyed after awhile, especially in class!) Anyway, high fives and pay it forward if your working this weekend.

my twitter: @trudistreasures and @parkerfinance

Personally I need to get some 3D work done today!

Go, forth and post, reblog and all that jazz.

xo

Tru

 

rudaceous rock

rudaceous rock – a sedimentary rock form of course-grained material (uhmmm..SAND). As for me, I’m glad to have a rock to stand on. 

Here’s the definition with cool images of rudaceous rock.

Yesterday, I attended my first ever “gem faire.” Awesome beauty of all the various rocks, gems and jewelry couple with pretty cool prices. Their reflection of light intensified their loveliness.

BTW: Given my last post and my personal situation, I have made a decision: trudistreasures will stay trudistreasures as a blog – for now and continue research.

There’s another amazing rock in my life, my man. He’s incredible. Each day he comes up with a creative way of problem solving. He’s taken a lot of risks in his life and has an approach to life that in 15 years of knowing him, I still learn. He’s no victim, though life has dished him a few opportunities to be one.

We’ll be celebrating 10 years of marriage in June. Yes, the “M” word. My best risk ever: saying yes! Quite a partnership: living, learning and loving (and not always liking).

 

 

 

More than one of me?

so.

You hear about “googling” yourself. I had done this not long after joining wordpress and obtaining this .com url.

All along my friends would love what I created and want me to “getawebsite for product.” I’m working on it and it is underconstruction for the time being. until then dear readers when you search Trudi’s Treasures, here are some gems found.

1. My first discovery was of a jeweler artist in Hawaii.  Cool mahalo.

2. A lady with splendid taste selling her high end treasures in New Jersey.

3. One who is into creation of beautiful quilts in Ohio and another one in Texas.

4. Trudie’s Treasure hutz in Tacoma, WA.

5. Trudie’s Treasures in Orange City, FL.

6. Trudie’s Treasures consignment boutique in Ho-ho-kus, NJ (also on pinterest)

7. A Trudi’s Treasures on facebook.

8. A posting of Trudi’s Treasures “deviantart” online – with pics of cats included~

9. One in SCOTLAND.

10. Treasures by Trudi (another facebook).

11. Trudi’s handmade treasures (fb).

All of the above are not me!

What is cool and endearing in the common denominator (aside from treasure) is the taste and appreciation for beauty, uniqueness and solidarity.

Thankful am i to be a part of the ‘net’ flow of treasures by trudis….as there is truly “nothing new under the sun.”

Thankful for sun.

Stay tuned for my product line.

Truly,

Tru~

 

September

Years ago, a boyfriend and I broke up at this time of year.

It used to depress me. Not anymore. Life has its seasons and

I am thankful and often reevaluate my seasonal situations.

Sitting and being: gratefulness resides.

 

This is what else surfaced.

1. Sit review: a hero in my own mind, ha.

As for this site and blogging, I have learned that just because I can throw a room together and have it breathe beauty. (Yes, breathe.) or give words of encouragement, does not mean

that I can decorate a page with words.  There are rules. I get that. Now.

So, at my pace, in my time, I will take a class starting at zero.

2. Handiwork. Until then, my 3D world is budding with some of my own new artwork.

Have you ever tried the Painting and Vino class?

There’s a zero to hero here as well.

It was a very therapeutic experience.  These oils acrylics were more forgiving than watercolor.

I thought to go back and complete this picture. Get my own paints, add a little leaves here and there,

lighten the black branch in front…and decided against it.

Enjoy your September.

Back to Cool, literally

In progress
In progress

 

P.S.  Dang it. I hit the pub key and some of you are getting editing updates. Mea Culpa.

 

“Clowns to the left of me…”

“Clowns to the left of me…”

It was 1972 when this song hit #6 of the Hot 100 chart. I was twelve years old. The lyrics “stuck in the middle ” flowing in sync from my lips, resonating between my head and heart,  somehow giving me subtle permission to name call.

Age three: my place as the youngest child was usurped by the birth of my baby brother.  Elevated to the middle kid, no returns.

“Jokers to the right”

By the time I was eight, I determined to catch up with my distant cousins in performing the perfect cartwheel. I was prepped and ready to perform when I saw them again two years later.  News flash: the cartwheel was soooo yesterday, now they were spinning front and backflips. (sigh)

Oh, and add being old enough to wear fishnets and miniskirts to that bygone  list as well!

Fast Forward.

To the left of me, I am in touch with my being a late bloomin’ babyboomer only because big sister allowed me to tag along.

Further left (nothing political here) are the tried and true war veterans, workaholics and loyal salt-of-the-earth folk whose handshake is their blood signature. Love them, just not all the minutia.

To my right, some jokers yes, mostly newbies, Gen X, Millenniums and future tweets from a birth canal resident announcing its arrival. Each will soon be qualified to become my next employer. I applaud their social networking speed and ability to still manage their way into my pocketbook. (Pocketbook? Did I really type that word out loud?)

“Here I am.”

As I have experienced, there are many places to be in the middle: family feuds, messy bedrooms, trains of thought, paper to paperless, telegram to Instagram,  the middle of this page, still catching up.      My world is filled to capacity with these elements, and more.

 When it comes to intimacy and transparency, there is no room for middle ground.

“I’ve nothing to hide!” doesn’t mean “bare all.” “You have to be transparent” doesn’t mean diluted delivery to the whole wide world.

When I intend to communicate with you personally, it’s intimate, special delivery and for your eyes (and ears) only…

Stuck in the middle with you!”