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...Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things...

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

World's Oldest Person Dies at age 115

AMSTERDAM, Netherlands - A Dutchwoman, the world’s oldest person on record who swore by a daily helping of herring for a healthy life, died on Tuesday aged 115, the ANP news agency reported.

Hendrikje van Andel-Schipper, a former needlework teacher born on June 29, 1890, died in her sleep at a nursing home in the northern Dutch town of Hoogeveen.

“Mrs. Van Andel-Schipper passed away peacefully,” ANP quoted the director of the nursing home as saying. “She told me that she thought it was great to have been the world’s oldest person and that she looked back on a very fine life.”

Also known as Hennie, the passionate soccer fan married a tax inspector in the 1930s and was forced to sell her jewelry to buy food during the German occupation in World War II.

The Guinness World Records book had confirmed she was the world’s oldest known person.

The world’s oldest living man on record, Emiliano Mercado Del Toro, lives in Puerto Rico. He was born on Aug. 21, 1891.

The record for the longest life is held by French woman Jeanne-Louise Calment who died aged 122 in 1997, according to Guinness World Records.

techno time waster?

This fab program is called Mojodozo or something...oyvey...I think I am possessed trying to figure everything out! pretty poor resolution...

Sunday, August 28, 2005

from my collection, circa 1985

A little tidbit from the family archives

Driving caps and dusty bucks and leiderhosen (under the dandy car coats), Oh my!

Friday, August 26, 2005


My first digital photo with my new camera! I took the picture, installed the software, got the photo to the computer and onto this here screen without the help of my 14 year old child! Nothing special but.......

We heart our stylist...

Hi Amanda- you rock...do you want to be called a stylist? xxxB

way cool

thanks amanda! hair color to die for!

Thursday, August 25, 2005

sucking up to the owners of red lead

i really do try to remain loyal to my red lead-honestly, there is very little that i buy anywhere else. i am looking around the heap right now to verify the truthfulness of that statement and i can say that, "yep, it's true." but, i got this great stamp at paper source in chicago. (click on what's her name's chest to enlarge, i mean to see the stamp) i just could not live without it, b/c most of this stuff i make either gets thrown in "the closet" or you guessed it-tossed! (and i hope i pissed off the 2 housewives who are on the other side of the foldout that i did not scan!) luv ya all!

another post

There's Mary Cassat and my friend Dorris Roberts and this guy named Ferd Bopp who did not give me the job, but he did say, "Never say, 'Never'" and that has stuck with me for 25 years. So, we have these people in our lives who move and inspire us in unimaginable ways. And sometimes, I guess, we are just hanging out watching QVC, going to work, gluing stuff on paper and slapping it on the blog and we are moving others beyond our wildest dreams. Just so you know, the postings over the past week have been actually for a reason. Not trying to make a point really-just posting for a friend.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Grandma Rose

So, this is my grandmother who taught me to knit. She was your typical grandmother. She made me wear slippers in the house and took me to Lord and Taylor for a ladies lunch. That was back when L &T was swell. It was in Hartford, CT. They had a restaurant called the Birdcage and of course...there were lots of these big white wire bird cages. And we would sit together at a table that I can hardly explain. It looked like two chairs stuck together, but facing each other like musical chairs style and then there was a tiny place to put your meal. And the meal was, for me, always the same thing--a giant salad bowl with little sandwiches with the crusts cut off-like cucumber and a little tuna...very lady-like. Then----they brought around a rolling dessert cart! Oh, be still my heart. Such joy. My grandmother was sort of a closet eater, so when the dessert cart rolled around, she would act as though she would not dare, but then always, she would get something. A little pie, a little cake. Such goodness. After a stop at the bathrobe and slipper department at L&T, we would go to S.S. Pierce to check out the gourmet foods (are you kind of seeing a major food theme emerging here?) and then she would take me to the bookstore. Even back then when it was not "in" to buy books, we were doing it, so I got hooked at an early age. I got mostly Pippi Longstocking, but as I got older, I can remember really trying to aggravate her by making her buy some trash by a non- author like Yoko Ono. One time there was this book called something like "Eat a Grapefruit" by Ms. Ono and I remember my grandmother saying in her Jewish grandmother voice, "You want THAT?" "Yep." So I got it. Oh, then we would shop around some more and go home and show my grandfather our treasures. And at night, she would whip out the vanilla ice cream and thawed frozen strawberries for a treat. It is so great to have these memories. If someone would sit and listen, I could talk for hours...how she would pick one rose from the garden and showcase it in a beautiful bowl, how she would turn on the hi-fi and dance to "Getting to know you" in her high heels, how she used to get out my father's first lock of hair-all you had to do was ask! And, she taught me to knit...this is just a bit of my Grandma Rose.

the unanswerable

If you have ever had a a child under five, you have heard the question---"Why?" I guess the five year old wants to wear us down so we'll give in and fork over another bag of gummies-or whatever- but I find as I get older I almost want an answer, even though I know there is no answer. I made this picture several years ago, the day after the shootings at Columbine. (and yes-it was in the closet-I don't throw out everything I make) Anyway, this "why" thing has been in the forefront lately, personally and professionally... Alzheimer's at 54, loss of a family at Auschwitz- and the list goes on. The rhetorical Q continually rears its ugly head Why, Why, Why? I could go back and tell you the worst thing that ever happened to me and tell you in the same breath that I would not be where I am today without that. But, that is me. (And, you cannot compare pain.) So here is the picture I made and here is some food for thought.

Monday, August 22, 2005


Sunday, August 21, 2005


Saturday, August 20, 2005

oh brother!


a missed opportunity

I bet if I asked you where this picture was taken, you would never guess. Well, I will tell you. This is a view from one of the dormitories at Bard College in Annandale-on-Hudson, NY 12504. I graduated from Bard in 1976. When I look at this photograph and the others that were included in the "Bardian" that arrived in my mailbox today, I can hardly believe my eyes. Can you even imagine going to school in a place like this? On the beautiful Hudson river? And it truly is beautiful in upstate New York. From Bard College came the likes of Chevy Chase! Steely Dan! Blythe Danner! Loads of wonderful, talented and artful people. I am a little off today looking at all of this because I wish I had been in a place back then to have truly appreciated and taken full advantage of the wonderful opportunity before me...Ah youth.

Cat Mania

No more for today! I am beginning to feel like I need ya'll to come up to the house for a kraft intervention.

An unlikely post

So here is the guilt cat that pushed me over the edge. All my life, my 2 brothers were so allergic to cats that literally being around someone who had been around a cat would make them unable to breathe. My entire family despised cats. Sleazy, mean and in the immortal words of my grandmother, "Feh!"
Of course, I too, hated the rotten things. Well, Kelly kept going out on the porch every nite to play with the neighbor's cat. I kept looking out the window and thinking how awful that was that my child had to have her "needs" met out on the porch and with our neighbor's animal. Plus, I was getting ready for or I was already in graduate school and feeling GUILTY about that...So here I am 3 years later spending my day off krafting in honor of this cat that I adore. Go figure. I swear, I love this animal like crazy. I talk to him like he's my best friend. I don't even get mad too much when he barfs on my whole stack of new 12x12 papers.
I am beyond trying to figure this out. But, those who knew me in my extreme cat hating days are rolling their eyes up in their heads for sure. This is all for you Ted!!!!!

a little something in red or-

how to use everything in your kraft closet on one tag.


Friday, August 19, 2005

Girls rule.......

Indeed, they do!

Thursday, August 18, 2005

This one's for U Brad baby!

So, Brad is not my uncle, co-worker, boyfriend, husband etc...
He is the Brad we all know and love! The one with the BLONDE hair and Angelina Jolie.
Click on the crossword to enlarge and look at 55 across!
As I said, "This one's for U Brad baby!"

Phone the neighbors! Wake the kids!

Saturday, August 13, 2005

the 70s on my mind.

for some reason, i got out of bed this am and started hauling all this stuff out. who remembers robert crumb? anyone else out there have this fab woodstock craftsman's manual? back in the olden days, most of these books, in fact all of these, were written by hand, probably whilst in the middle of some pot induced stupor. i have to say, i loved the "eat it" cookbook. it is so dog eared and food laden, you would not believe it. but, the grooviest and most interesting thing is that the quote that i chose (and boy did i think i was being hip and radical by putting the "o" word in there to shock all the episcopalians at st. margaret's school!) for my senior yearbook page in 1972 is exactly what i would say today. i truly could not think of a way to say it any better. peace and luv, becki (that's how i signed my name in h.s.!)

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Notes to self.

  1. Less is more
  2. Be nice
  3. Be a better person
  4. Tomorrow is another day

Sunday, August 07, 2005

hooty hoot

Still rooting thru the stuff I collected on my trip to Chicago-I took a trip to the Paper Source which of course paled in comparison to our Red Lead, but, I did buy this cute card.

What can I say...

This makes my heart sing. Buttons and hearts. Plain and simple.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Chicago is my kind of town.

Kelly + I went to Chicago on the train this weekend. I highly recommend it. Nice and clean and smooth. We had lotsa fun eating deep dish pizza, walking miles around the city, and communing with all the beautiful people.

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