needing a frivolous note

I wrote my post hours before learning of the shooting. The entire nation mourns today and everyone who has loved is reminded to love a little more.


I took a glass mosaic class the other day. Rather than being taught what to do, I was briefly shown how to cut glass with tile cutters, given the equipment and left to it. After several minutes of total bewilderment--how was I to get a rendition of my photo onto the mosaic board, did they think I could draw?--I traced around the border of my photo of Miró and started clipping away at chunks of glass.

Probably not a good idea to put the photo first but it's such a cute photo.

I call it a fifth-grade project because while the other ladies carefully arranged patterns with tiny bits of glass and I glued down my chunks, a real fifth grader came in to finish a project she had begun the week before. Hers, like mine, was a mosaic of her dog. Hers, unlike mine, was a true likeness, composed of small pieces she had cut and arranged to look like a little white dog with black eyes and a pink nose. She even included the collar. I mention this to show what one can accomplish with meticulous patience, which I have not got.

 I had to place it on the floor near a window to get natural light and it was, as usual, raining outside. Somebody had to investigate.

 I call it my impressionistic Airedale. But you can tell it's an Airedale. What more would I want?

With a few minutes left over, I played with colors and slapped together a trivet.