Erasing the memory for Picture it and Write

This is another piece from the inspirational folk at Picture it and write

and this is the picture

and this is my take on it

You held a pencil , the artist emerged & crafted me into the person of your dreams your

–  vision

From the pencil came the paint brush,  master strokes & palette in hand you painted

 – me

An idea, your masterpiece took shape until you thought it too hard to

– complete

But I am blood & bone, can you not see the colour of my skin or the hand that reaches out in

 – mercy

Do you not feel my pain as you swiftly without just cause take away what you

 – created

You encouraged me to grow, I came to life under each meticulous stroke of your

– brush

 I did it out of love for you, removing me, will that give you

–  pleasure

I see it in your face,  damn it,  let me

–  be

don’t waste your time on another

– magnum opus

 

 I am who you need, do not rub me from your life

– do not 

 

Picture it & Write

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My 60th Blog – Colour co-ordination versus free spirit?

Ok here’s the thing…. Yesterday we (my man and I) were out for a lunch..well technically breakfast in a lovely little Cafe in the hills. As we sat reading the Sunday papers and waiting for our big breakfast to arrive (which is served for most of the day) we glanced at a lady who had entered to buy a coffee to go. Now this particular lady would have been hmmm probably late 50’s or early 60’s? (that’s my guess at any rate).

On her feet were slip on clogs…then knee high socks…multi coloured

Now if she had say for instance worn a brown skirt it wouldn’t have seemed so…. but a red quite (flouncy) skirt with a charcoal grey jacket completed the ensemble…..  ???

Which lead  me to do this blog…should we not face the world colour coordinated, or shouldn’t we give a toss? Well I (though I may be struck down for saying so) give a toss, my mum always dressed me  in my younger years in coordinating colours. When I was 14 ( I think)  I vividly remember my bright lemon flared pants, with white strappy sandals, topped with my white shirt (sorry blouse) adorned with pretty yellow printed flowers…OK it was the 60’s. Oh and I had one of those choker necklaces…(couldn’t find a pic sorry as it was quite some time back). It was black had a medallion at the throat and 2 long strands hanging from it. I thought I was ever so trendy…though in hindsight it probably too should have been yellow.

My Pop (dad) still gets his clothes chosen and laid on the bed by mum (is ALWAYS) co-ordinated…we won’t think too much about the beige pants, brown shoes, fawn socks, tan shirt and brown jumper…please don’t spend too much time on that visual.

Anywho… I feel comfy when I’m coordinated, the fashion now states you can mix stripes with patterns, bright colours of every hue and pattern, but to me it’s.. well is just me?

How does a striped skirt go with a paisley top? How does a Polk a dot shirt go with a floral design skirt? I mean really?

Or am I being too anal retentive here?  Call it fashion… call it a new trend, but to me clothing articles must compliment each other, clothing & more so how it is put together must show that you still actually have your eye sight.

The end result was me looking across the table from my man whose eyes did roll as did mine and almost simultaneously the words from our mouths was ‘artist?”

What do you think?    Am I showing my age?