Ida Clare, It's Easter

Good Morning Creative Chicks!

Probably when you get here I will be out cavorting with that guy with the big ears.

And you think I mean the Easter Bunny!!!

"Ida, you're giving your readers the wrong impression.  You don't have a boyfriend."

Oh shuddup.  You are the most humorless woman. The only thing getting laid around here are the eggs out in the splendor of the grass up and down my street. 

Now, Ida Clare this is an Easter Bonnet if I ever saw one.

No, I just want to get outside in this lovely springtime weather wearing my Easter bonnet or in my case a three-color wig.  The style around here is to have parts of your hair dyed about three different shades if you count the darkest ones at your roots.  Really?

I can hardly maintain the one color God gave me.  There are fates worse than dyeing your hair, but every time I see that silver pathway working its way toward my forehead, I can't think of any.  If they had only told me I was going to need to know  chemistry to mix the ingredients to color my hair, I might have paid more attention in class.  As it is, I only know how to light up Bunson's burner.

But I digress.  I just want to wish you the Happiest of Easters spending it with your loved ones and families.

 

Hugs,

P.S  I am making you a little printable poster of this later in the week.  Check out the Freebies button. -Ida

Ida Clare, It's Bunny Wisdom

All I need to know I learned from the Easter Bunny:

  

So you are now up-to-date on all the bunny wisdom that I care to illustrate.

I would like to acknowledge these website that so graciously post and share images to use and enjoy providing hours of intense goofing-off time trying to make silly decisions that mean nothing to anyone but me and these rabbits who have been tooting their own horns for decades and never complain, so I will do it for them.

Thanks to:

The Graphics Fairy

The Vintage Moth

Sweetly Scrapped Art

Magic Moonlight Free Images

Funny Pica

Microsoft Clip Art

I had fun doing these, but nothing else got done and I stayed up really late last night so that I am staggering around here sleep-deprived since they just had to be ready by Good Friday, according to my internal task-master.

Tomorrow, I am going to try to install the Pintrest button, so if you see that I was successful, please pin this post for me.   I need some new readers who leave comments, unlike you who come and go and only eat the snacks. (I'm kidding, of course!) I'm not complaining.  See my smiling face frozen into place.  It's been like that for decades too.

Ya'll have a Happy Easter!  Eat lots of candy because, according to the Easter Bunny, you can never have enough candy.

Hugs, 

This post is linked to Brag Monday at The Graphics Fairy

Ida Clare, I beg your pardon

I already knew what I wanted to write about this week.  I have been thinking about it for a while and I am trying to create a short e-book to go with the topic.  Alas, my short e-book gets longer every time I work on it.  (This has been going on for weeks!) Since I cannot present you with what I thought I was going to write about I have had to cast about for another subject.

What should be no-big-deal from anyone else's point of view seems to be huge to my BLOCKHEAD.  (My all-knowing-bossy-expert-on-all-things-Ida internal-critic is named Blockhead and is alive and well in my head, thank you very much.)

Ms. High and Mighty Blockhead is hammering me because I’ve changed my mind instead of congratulating me for still having a mind in spite of everything.

I won’t bore you with the nasty dialogue I am hearing inside my head: mean words I wouldn’t say to an enemy, I use to bludgeon my poor artist-self.

I can bet you know what it feels like to be confronted by small and not so small disappointments: 

•    Not doing what you said you’d do
•    Not starting or completing a project like you’d planned
•    A project not turning out like you’d hoped
•    This list could go on forever

It takes an amazing amount energy to live with disappointment, guilt, regret, and self-recrimination that it is no wonder we don’t do our art or resist doing what we love.  If you have to run the gauntlet of these feelings before you can resume your work, how can you expect to physically and mentally make yourself move forward?

I say, we need a daily forgiveness ritual. 

•    Goofed off yesterday?  Forgive yourself!
•    Left the cap off the tube of paint?  Let it go!
•    Didn’t finish your e-book? Grant yourself a pardon! (You deserve to live!)

Do you know that sound of the needle being pulled across a record to stop the music? I can hear it right now as the thought of forgiveness brings my idea to a screeching halt by a crabby old perfectionist with beady eyes pointing a crooked finger at me while scolding me with these pearls of wisdom:
•    “You’re letting yourself off the hook.”
•    “You’re tolerating bad behavior like you always do.”
•    “You’ll never create anything if you don’t hold yourself accountable.”

What is unforgivable is already done.  You can allow your Blockhead to have his or her way with you and wallow in the muck or you can choose to give yourself a break and start where you are.

Put the needle back on the record and play the music to the commercial that McDonald's used for years.  “You deserve a break today…”

•    Give yourself a break today. 
•    A forgiveness break. 
•    A letting-go break. 
•    Beg your own pardon…and grant it.

Don’t get hung up on the term, “forgiveness.”   The root of the word forgiveness means to let go.  Or you can always pardon yourself.  I like that too.

Start your day or your creative project by forgiving you for all the stuff you didn’t do; or didn't do well enough; or didn’t get marked off your to do list.

Humming that little song, “You deserve a break today…” made famous by McDonalds is your trigger to let go.

Have a carefree creative week,

Ida Clare Spring has Sprung or How to Procrastinate without Really Trying

Well it’s Day 2 of Spring here in Big Thicket and evidently Mother Nature decided to sleep in.  It’s cold and blah and makes me want to do the same.

My blog posts were a little scarce last week because I was visiting friends and we were working on creative projects.  Theirs.  Not mine.  But that’s ok.  I enjoyed myself mightily just being away from Rancho Wrecko where sometimes my creative projects lurk around here like sirens beckoning ships upon the rocks. 

Image f rom: http://mydelineatedlife.blogspot.com/

As an aside:  When did ice cubes become rocks?  The waiter asked me while on my mini vacation, did I want my margarita frozen or on the rocks?  If one were to say, “I’d prefer mine with ice cubes,” would one get actual rocks?

Too Literal, Ida.

I know, but my mind wandered and when I am trying to avoid work it naturally wanders to food and drink.

You have a lot of stuff to do.  Last week you were gung ho to clean up your desk.  What happened?

Spring cleaning is no more fun than fall or winter cleaning.  And nobody in their right mind cleans house around here in the summer.  It’s too damn hot to do more than rake out a trail from the thermostat of the air conditioner to where you store the margarita machine in your kitchen. 

Mmm…Now I’m wondering why we use the term gung ho. 

I give up.

Yay me too!  Let’s give up and read a book.  Give up and go to a movie.  Give up and take a hot bubble bath.  Give up and call a friend.  Give up and pet the cat.  All these things can promote creativity; they just don’t look productive or gung ho.

Hugs,

Ida Clare, I'm Irish but tomorrow I'll be Green Around the Edges

Ida Clare, I'm spring cleaning

Pep Rally Friday

Ida Clare, it’s time for some cheering.  I have been involved in two separate hands-on creative projects this week and I am still ready to go but my house looks like a creative hurricane hit.

Creative cheer:

Two bits, four bits, six bits, a dollar
If I don’t clean my house
It’s gonna turn into squalor.

"There is nothing cheerful about that Ida.  Nobody wants their house to be considered squalor.  What’s squalor got to do with creativity?"

The only reason I put that in there about squalor is that it rhymes with dollar and I don’t know many other cheers since obviously I wasn’t a real cheerleader in junior high or high school.

But now that we’re on the subject: Creativity is messy and isn’t messy heading down the road to squalor?  Doing projects requires books to learn about your craft, tools, materials, and the storage to hold all the goodies and a place to strew it all about.  If that doesn’t affect your Martha Stewart image, I don’t know what will.  Plus, there is all that secret stuff you have that you haven’t yet shared with the people who live in the house with you. 

"Huh?  What do you mean?"

Oh don’t play innocent with me.  We’ve all done it. 

I used to hide my tole-painting paint under the front seat of my car from my first ex-husband.  He thought I had about six tubes of paint because I would switch them out when I needed another color.  I was afraid that he’d put his foot down if he knew how much my “paint habit” cost just to paint apples and strawberries on little wooden plaques.

The point I am trying to make is that when you create, there is a lot of stuff that comes with creativity and it eventually takes over your garage, the basement, the kitchen table, the storage on your computer, or in my case, my car.

So what!!!!!  You are a creative genius and genius requires stuff.   And that stuff requires the occasional sorting and cleaning and organizing. 

So for today I am going to cheerfully get busy and put some things in order no matter how much cleaning stinks.  As bad as I don’t love doing it, it is part of the creative process.  I can work in chaos as well as the next guy, but I love it when my little creative corner is clean and neat too.  Why don't you join me?

So today’s cheer is

Two bits, four bit, six bits a dollar
I don’t like it but
Let’s clean up the parlor.

Oh God, Ida.  You are hopeless.

Pretty much.

Hugs,

Have a Happy Muse Day

I’m out and about in Big Thicket searching for my muse high and low.  By that I mean High Falutin' and Low Down.

Have a great Museday.