Wednesday, November 14, 2018


On Saturdays at Lucky Star we just have one morning class, and the afternoon is free for anything from horseback riding and archery to massages or exploring the local hangouts. Lex took a Shibori (indigo dying) class which she absolutely loved!

Can't wait to see Little Calvin and his dad in their matching tie-dyed pants!
While she was doing that, Kathy and I went off to learn how to make our own watercolor paints, with Austin artist Heidi Miller Lowell.  Soooooo much fun!

We each got to mix and name several colors of our own, but we made enough to share with everyone else.

Loved it that Wimberley friend LaNell was in all but one of my classes this year!

Thanks to the sharing plan, this is what I got to bring home with me. WooHoo!

And then it was time for our final pow wow, where we have our closing speaker (who knew that fellow camper Camille used to be a stunt rider in movies like Young Guns II and City Slickers?), performances by the Girl Guitar and Glee Club groups, and last but not least, the Lucky Star Market, where people like daughter Lexi can sell their wares!

Our Glee Club medley went from spiritual...

to R-E-S-P-E-C-T...

to wondering "What's Goin' On?"...

to a girl turning to me to say "Oh My God Becky, look at that butt!"... (yes, our sweet demure Kerry actually does know all the words to Sir Mix-A-Lot's anthem to big butts)

to a bit of Ho-Down...

where Daddy sang base, and Mama sang tenor. A beautiful segue, wouldn't you agree? I also love the way these photos mirror our personalities so well, with Alexis preferring to sing quietly in back, Kathy belting it out front and center, and me always somewhere in the middle.

Guess I should have taken a photo of Lexi's market booth when she first set it up. After that, it was always too crowded to get a good shot. Not a bad problem to have, right? Instead I'll share this picture of the organizers' daughters, selling their slime kits.

Here's hoping that Lucky Star is still around when it's their turn to blossom into the women they were truly meant to be!

Tuesday, November 13, 2018


Well, we're finally back from yet another amazing adventure at Lucky Star Art Camp. Actually, we got back Sunday, but it always takes a couple of days for one's feet to settle back down to earth. Middle sister Kathy and daughter Alexis both went with me this year, which made it even more special. The event is always held at Camp Waldemar in Hunt, TX, which is about 2 1/2 hours from here on the western edge of the Texas Hill Country, and it would be next to impossible to find a place more beautiful! We had all three signed up for "glee club" with Austin singer/songwriter Mandy Rowden in advance, so on the way there we practiced our lyrics. Which is why the Four Non-Blondes' song What's Up? will forever be stuck in our brains! After checking in and getting settled into our darling room, we had a fabulous dinner (one of the main reasons we all keep coming back!), then went to the lodge to hear our keynote speaker, Amy Hale Auker, an amazing cowgirl poet. Then it was out to the fire pit for our nightly sing-along with Mandy.

The next day I was in an all day class with artist Tori Weyers of Draw Riot, where we made a set of "vision cards". Not sure I will ever be able to take a reading from the ones I made, but I did discover something pretty amazing -- that if I listen to non-sing-along-songs, like Pink Floyd and such, while I paint, it's much easier to silence my inner critic and just "let go, and let it flow!" Who knew?

After class I met up with Lex and Kathy for glee club practice. Then, after we'd finished eating our yummy dinner, they had a surprise for us. They asked us to leave the dining hall for 15 minutes, and when we came back they had it set up for a giant Bunco game -- the perfect way to mix us up and get us to talking to lots of different people in a short period of time. I hadn't played in about 20 years, but it came back to me in a jiff. I thought I was a sure shoo-in for the booby prize, winning only two hands all evening. But, wouldn't you know, my sister had to beat me out of my prize by winning only one! Can you believe I lost out on this?

Unicorn Jammies!
The next day I took two 1/2-day classes. In the morning it was Folded Pen Lettering with Roxanne Glaser... aka Super Doodle Girl, where we actually made our own pens!

Then, that afternoon, Lex and I got to take a class together -- Goddess Gardens -- with architect-interior designer-gardener-ranch retreat hostess Kate O'Brien. She had all kinds of funky containers for us to choose from, then we just went to town with gravel, cactus soil, and succulents, adding in a few personal things we brought from home, and each ending up with something totally unique.

It turned frigid that day, and we were out in the pottery shed!

Lexi's Masterpiece
My Little Jewel
Then there was more glee club practicing, more delicious food, and more time around the campfire.

It was a very good day!

(to be continued)...

Friday, November 2, 2018


I guess it's true. Some things never do change, as evidenced by this post I wrote about eight years ago! Same story, different names.


Thursday, November 1, 2018


Well, I've been up to my neck in paint and paper and gelli plates this past week, scrambling like crazy to get a sumptuous array of collage papers completed. It is not at all like me to work with such focus and determination. Then again, it's been a really long time since I had any sort of deadlines hanging over my head.

No, I haven't gone back to work! It's just that I'm bound and determined to finish up at least one or two more projects in that on-line class I've been taking my sweet time with since the first of October. There is no deadline for completion, but...

it's time to start packing for Lucky Star! My sister Kathy arrives here this Sunday, then on Wednesday she, daughter Lex and I will all head off to beautiful Hunt, Texas for five days of pure magic. And, I just know that, once we get back, I will be so obsessed with all the new stuff I learned there, I will forget all about these wonderful projects I've enjoyed so much, and the ones I've yet to explore. And that would just be so, so sad, don't you think?

Monday, October 29, 2018


This year we finally had an excuse to attend Wimberley's Boo!Hole Halloween Celebration at Blue Hole Park -- the perfect place to introduce a little kid to Halloween! 

They got a pretty good turnout but, because it is spread out and so kid-friendly, he never felt squished or overwhelmed.

The booths offered everything from a Creepy Critters Petting Zoo...

That's the Witch of Cypress Creek there in the background, a.k.a. Outdoor Woman.

to face-painting...

a maze...


and lots of great games and booths, handing out so many fun treats and prizes!

Books and candy are great, but nothing beats a tiny pumpkin that fits perfectly in your wee little hand!
Best thing of all, according to all the parents? Unlike Halloween, this event never falls on a school or work night!

Perfect Weather For Dinner On The Porch At The Leaning Pear
Does it get any better? 

Friday, October 26, 2018


This one includes a simple recipe, perfect for this time of year!

Wednesday, October 24, 2018


The other day I was looking around the interior of my home, thinking about how much it had changed since Little Goober came along. Apparently, I no longer give a flip about impressing anyone other than him, for my rather small house seems to have morphed into one rather large playhouse.

That notion got me to thinkin' about the playhouse my two older sisters had when they were young. My dad was a home designer/builder, and when he did spec homes, we sometimes lived in them for a while, until they sold. My mom said her very favorite houses always got whisked out from under her as soon as she started to settle in, but that if she ever moved into one she hated -- one not built by Dad -- that would probably be the one she'd get stuck in for life. Turns out, she was right! Of course, since my parents loved nothing more than working on a remodeling/redecorating project together, that house gave them oodles of opportunities for collaboration, and ended up being one they had to be dragged out of, kicking and screaming, forty years later.

Anyhoo, back to the house Mom loved the most -- the one we left when I was still a toddler, and therefor have no memory of. The one she and my sisters went on and on about for the rest of their lives, just to torture me. You see, being a man ahead of the times, Dad apparently designed one of the first "open concept" houses way back in the early 50's -- one with a beautiful kitchen with an exposed brick wall and brick floors, that opened into a large family room. The piece-de-resistance? A fantastic playhouse in the backyard, custom built for my sisters. I've been pining for one of my own ever since.

Guess I finally made that dream come true, huh?