Jar of HeARTS

Hubby mentioned maybe we should downsize the board games- up in the attic.  I agreed and told him I could find a use for them.   I love Mason Jars and decided to use some of the older game pieces to decorate the lids.  I will be making more, as time allows. Maybe I will sell them?  I am in hopes of moving into my son's old room and making the space mine.   We still need to wash the rug-it is a heavy machine-I can't operate and paint the room.  The color is up in the air still.  Hubby wants white and I don't.  We might resort to flipping a coin.  He wants to stage the room-so we can sell the home in a few years-after daughter finishes college. I told him taupe would be better-but I kinda wanna a pale blue.   (It will need to be painted again, by then.)  He doesn't know I want to wallpaper a wall with poetry-ssshhhh, don't tell!

I wrote a poem attached to these lids-I'll share soon.  Many memories for me-Masterpiece was my favorite game. My neighborhood had a lot of kids.  In the summer, the teens and tweens would have game night- a couple times a week.  When we played this game, we would dress up as oil tycoons, heiress and millionaires.  It was amazing how everyone played their part so well.  The heavy accents alone brought many laughs- when I look at these jar lids-I smile.  One neighbor dressed as Mr. Howell from Gillian's Island, another had a Texan hat, and I wore my mother's long pearls and Sweet Honesty perfume-an Avon perfume targeted for teens. Yes, I think Marilyn was there. Her lips bright red from Cherry Kool-aid.  My mom sold Avon-at the time.  Yes, I was a walking billboard.   It was funny when one of us received the Forgery painting and had to pretend it wasn't.   Someone would yell, "I bet Sweet Honesty is guilty." I often was.

  
Mom sent me some of my old homework.  I recycled it.  I couldn't use my children's art so decided to create on mine. Virginia Woolf, I will finally get a room of my own.  Pablo, I hope to write poems in green ink like you and my father didn't approve of my artistic endeavors-either.  Vincent,  I always think of you, when I see stars-the shiny silver ones that wink at me in the indigo sky, but also the green ones that I tend and attempt to grow.  

I am working on something for my daughter.  We had a good laugh over this piece.  Oops, sorry dear daughter your eyelashes  look like the feathered end of an arrow and you kinda resemble Lady Gaga.