Now Everytime I Go To The Mailbox I Gotta Hold Myself Down.

I discovered Irises last week.

I mean, I discovered that I like painting them.

Monet’s irises

The best thing about painting irises is that they are the perfect flowers to go crazy with the bleeds with:

They look good blotchy!

I was not at all sure that I could pull this off, so I didn’t take step-by-step photos.

So that’s the art part of the blog today. Now for a

Change of subject.

How many times has this happened to you: You’re putting down some New York Times newspaper linings in your cat litter boxes and just as you’re about to pat a few pages down into Fluffy’s rest room apparatus, you realize you’re looking at the obituary of a guy you dated in the mid 1980s.

Richard Sandomir, one of the N Y Times’ staff columnists, wrote it; meaning that the editors of the NY Times decided that this guy’s death was of “historical importance”. In 1985 I was aware that this guy (a classical musician) was somewhat famous when he gave me some of his records and began to escort me to his concerts at Lincoln Center and the Kennedy Center in D.C., but I hadn’t thought of him in ages — not since that afternoon at the Watergate when he let it slip that he was still married. I never saw him or heard of him again after I dumped him then and there, until, that is, I read his obit in the N Y Times.

Remember how easy it was in the olden days to date, by accident, a married guy? In those days before everybody was Google-able? This musician was my first lying married guy, but not my last. O Lordy, I am so happy that I don’t have to date any more.

I’m so glad that I’m not still trying out personalities like I was when I was dating this musician, when I was still young and wishy-washy enough to think that I could be the kind of person who marries a classical musician even though I have absolutely no interest in, or love for, classical music. (After this classical music guy, there was a jazz guy that I actually got engaged to, and I really REALLY can’t stand jazz.)

I’m so glad to be old and set in my ways (fun-loving, optimistic, non-judgemental, with a love for humankind that makes me basically another Mother Theresa). And I love 1980s pop music. I like tunes that make me feel like walking on sunshine.

This is a short blog post today because I added extra reading to last week’s post — it’s in the Comments section, and elaborates on my handwriting analysis judgements. I claimed that somebody had the handwriting of a pervert, and I meant it, but in the nicest way, of course.

Have a great weekend, everyone. Be true to yourselves and the music that makes you dance.

11 Comments, RSS

  1. Monique May 12, 2017 @ 6:36 am

    Loveeeee the irises!

  2. Christine May 12, 2017 @ 8:42 am

    Oh, lovely lovely iris paintings! Joyful! They are dancing on the page!

    That must be the lost earring guy…a jolt to find him in the obits, even if you escaped intact.

    “We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves.”

    ~Lynn Hall, Where Have All the Tigers Gone?, 1989

  3. Megan May 12, 2017 @ 9:06 am

    Love those irises. Well done. I went to see Their Finest today and wondered why she didn’t yell when the lighting stand(?) started to fall… very sad indeed. Love Bill Nighy and he did not disappoint. I laughed a lot, I was the only person in the cinema laughing. Whoops. I only commented about the perverted handwriting as I’d written to you and wondered if I had revealed anything about myself…? I do think that sample was unusual and not all that attractive handwriting. I noticed the trend about 20 or 25 years ago that quite a few employers asked for handwritten applications, it’s a very interesting proposition. Enjoy the weekend and the cats. Best wishes.

  4. Carey May 12, 2017 @ 10:42 am

    If you ever want to paint irises again I’ll watch that paint dry.

    I almost married a huge rugby fan. I mean that his interest in the game was huge, not him, although he was a large-framed guy. Do I have to say that I am hugely grateful that I did not choose a life where I would have to spend Saturdays, or whatever day it is that they play international rugby, watching rugby on TV?

  5. jeanie May 12, 2017 @ 4:12 pm

    Ah yes, the secret married guy. A rite of passage. Not a good one, but not at all unusual!

    I love the irises — my Aunt Iris, who lived to the ripe old age of 94. claimed them as her favorite flower and they have been one of mine as well.

    Thanks for coming to the Gypsy and for your get well wishes. Recuperating well from Round One. Lizzie is taking good care of me and only walked across my incisions once. At night, getting from one side of the bed to the other. Dumb cat won’t jump? Geez…

    I’m down to the lower third of my Vivian method of redoing my Giverny again — and loving every second of it, a little annoyed I haven’t been able to paint much this week! First experience with masking fluid — a OK. (I peeled it off with my thumbnail. Is that bad? Seemed to work…)

  6. Marilyn May 12, 2017 @ 8:26 pm

    Your iris paintings are just wonderful. Fascinating story of the secret married men. I think I got married so young I didn’t have this experience.

  7. Kirra May 13, 2017 @ 4:21 am

    Wow!! I’ll join Carey in watching the paint dry on your irises.

    I remember the story of the dodgy married classical musician, performers are often strange people. Since I met my partner studying classical music/music teaching (ha ha ha!) at university I haven’t had to risk dating married men. Glad to hear you escaped the jazz guy too!!

    I mostly listen to pop/rock/folk music and children’s songs (for work) now and love it, though the occasional classical piece gets in there too. Dancing around with the kids at school is way better than performing. I can’t really deal with those people that only like one type of music, they are a bit fanatical about it. Though someone probably thinks I’m equally weird!

    Enjoy the weekend.

  8. Linda June May 14, 2017 @ 7:17 pm

    Your irises are beautiful! I’ve never tried painting them before but will now give them a try! Thanks.

  9. Deborah Hatt May 15, 2017 @ 11:11 am

    Goodness, Girl — you were born to paint irises!!! The ones you shared with us are OUTSTANDING!!

  10. Deborah Hatt May 15, 2017 @ 11:22 am

    Ooops, why my comment rushed to greet you, I don’t know, but I wasn’t finished. Anyway, as I was saying, your irises are WOW! Keep painting such beauties, my dear. Georgia O’Keefe has NOTHING on you!!

    My irises are still tightly bound inside their buds, but it won’t be many more days. You’re right about them being great for working wet-on-wet. I also like to paint them because their petals are so convoluted, you can get wild with them and it doesn’t matter near as much as if they were roses or daisies. Bravo, my dear! “Pretty, Pretty, Pretty!” as one of my friends likes to say (she just retired from the Michigan State Police narcotics squad recently and is a bundle of laughter and fun – you’d like her).

    Well, keep up with painting posies, Vivian! You obviously have a penchant for them, for sure! Happy Trails!

  11. Becky May 16, 2017 @ 8:38 pm

    Your irises were beautiful. I walk by a drift of them in front of a large brownish/ grayish stone. They are a gorgeous shade of purple with buds peeking through the tall thin leaves. Seeing how lovely your irises were I am going to give them a go.

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