That Day

Everyone knows where there were and what they were doing that Tuesday morning.  The Monday before is long gone from our collective memories because everything changed the next day.

Every year, I force myself to remember that day.  I feel it’s all I can do at this point. I fret that children born after around 1995 have no recollection of that day and that they aren’t learning about it in school or at home.   I watch videos, read memes, check my feeds for hashtags like #neverforget #911, etc. I am worried every year people will forget and every year I am relieved to find that in fact….no….people have not forgotten.  This small sliver of hope makes me stoically go through the day with some sense of fortitude.

I visited New York before and after 9-11.  I never made it to the towers on my few visits before.  Sadly, I went downtown and was more interested in checking out Century 21, a huge department store with designer clothes marked down like crazy.  It is, what it is.

Since 9-11, I have visited Manhattan numerous times.  Every time, I make myself go downtown to Ground Zero and watch.  I viewed the tremendous hole in the ground.  To actually witness the empty dirt filled  footprints of the Towers was overwhelming.  It was colossal.  Over the years, the site turned into a construction zone.  A few years ago I was able to visit the 9-11 Memorial with the huge and healing sounds of water flowing and victims names embedded into the metal for all to see and touch and weep.

Last summer I went again to the memorial and was so proud to see the Liberty Tower which literally has risen from the ashes.  It’s a testament building.  A testament to not only this great country we are so privileged to call home, but a testament to the power of people working together to build something beautiful from something evil.  The cowards who flew into the Towers, the Pentagon and the field in Pennsylvania, never got that.  They thought they knew America and Americans.  Excuse my language , but they didn’t know shit.

The American spirit prevailed that day and this day.  We are a free, happy, prosperous nation that is a beacon of freedom to the entire world.  Flaws and all.  So, on this day in honor of the  2,997 souls who are no longer on this earth, I choose to be grateful, to do good, to live a life worthy of their memory.

God bless America.




My Love of Succulents Will Never Die

I love succulents almost as much as my Corgi’s….almost.

The main reason I love them so, is that I cannot kill them.  No matter what I do.  For someone with a brown thumb, this is a big deal.

Here is my latest little piece of succulent love using a thrift store candle holder, paint and succulents bought at the local Farmer’s market for $5.00.

Love my window garden.

Thrift store candle holder +paint+succulents=❤

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Can You Tell Which Ones Are Considered Fine Art?

I have been seeing a sponsored link on my Facebook page from an art auction company called Paddle 8.  I was intrigued and checked out their site.  It was full of contemporary art one could bid for online.  Sort of like a high end artsy ebay.

However upon further investigation I was amazed at how ugly and ridiculous the art was.  Seriously. Yet, all of this rubbish was being praised and described in such lofty attributes, I for a moment thought the Onion had taken of Paddle 8.

Example on one piece of ‘art’, the description reads “Succo’s contemporary take on abstraction is grounded in a desire to see patterns emerge through repeated gestural activity. Working in a limited, nearly monochromatic palette, the trace of the artist’s hand becomes the principal agent of expression. Here, in “UNTITLED [RB#1]” cyclical flourishes dance over an icy, blue-grey surface of lacquer and oil paint.”  WTF does that even mean?  Either way, the starting price is….wait for it……$9,000.00!  LOLOLOL

Here is what their trying to pawn off as art.  (and they will probably succeed.)

This actually looks like my drop cloth.



Anyway, I thought I would try an experiment and submit a piece of my abstract art for consideration to be auctioned off at Paddle 8.

I submitted with a lofty description of how I use found medium to convey a sense of sustainability in the pieces.  I incorporate acrylic, oil, gold leaf and objects for a textured and layered visage.  I thought this description conveyed the proper pretentiousness for  my experiment.

However, since I’m not a ‘listed’ artist, I was rejected with a curt, but polite email.

For a moment I was slightly hurt, but then again, I realized the rejection might possibly be a compliment.

Anyway, I thought I would see if my readers could tell the difference between which one I submitted and which ones are actually up for sale at this very moment for thousands of dollars.

Here goes.  Which of these four paintings are being sold on Paddle 8 for thousands of dollars and which one is hanging in my bathroom.












Here are the links to see if you answered correctly.

A. “Untitled” 2013

B. “Untitled” 2014

C. “Never Lost” 2014

D. “Bright and Contemporary” 2014




Yeah. This is Mine

Here is my abstract painting done with all sorts of extra paint I had laying around while refurbishing furniture.  I also added a little gold leaf, because I wanted to try it.

I think it’s much cooler than the ugly over priced crap sold at Paddle 8.

Just goes to show you, Andy Warhol was correct when he said. “Art is what you can get away with.”

This is my piece before cropping to fit in with the ‘real’ pieces of art.


New York in June

Throwback Thursday to this time last year! #NYC #TheBigAPPLE

Queen B Vintage Studios

I just got home from a week in the Big Apple and it was amazing!  Its was so fun to share the city with someone who had never been. Ralph was a newbie to New York though not big cities and it was absolutely joyful to watch him take in all that is NYC! I got to see this brilliant, crazy and hyper-kinetic city with new eyes. The outcome has been that I love it even more! We had a whirlwind week to say the least.

Here are some highlights in no particular order, from Union Square on a Monday afternoonThis building was from the 1860’s and still has a pharmacy.   Pete’s Tavern, Central Park, Broadway and  more.

Can’t wait for the next trip. Until then, it feels great to be home. I really am an LA Girl.

Lounging in Central Park


Washington Square Arch


White horse at White Horse…

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Quicky DIY Flower Pot

Paint cans, coffee cans, pickle jars! Anything can be use as a flower pot!

Queen B Vintage Studios

I love tin cans, so when I bought a big can of beans for the Tiny Little House Housewarming, I knew I need to convert that baby into something useful.

At first I thought it would be a platter stand for the buffet.  I considered painting it a metallic brass color.


I had some yellow duct tape…(I don’t know why, but yellow seems to be replacing my love for emerald-green).  I taped off the can and viola! I decided I liked it AS IS.  So it become  a flower-pot.  My trip to the  99 Cent store went well as I bought three plants which looked perfect.  Add a little twine and here you go.

Total cost $3.00.  (not counting the cost of beans..ya gotta have beans!).


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Bigger Is Better When it Comes to Bad Art

Abstract art is one of my favorite forms of art.  Why?  Because anyone can make their own amazing stuff.  Some of my favorite artists are easy-peasy to replicate.  My new house has tons of white walls just begging for art.  Seeing that I am cheap, I have decided to make my own art, because I’m not about to go out and pay $160 million for a Picasso like some people!

Any-whoo….I was shopping at my local thrift store up here in Oxnard and I came upon this huge 5′ x 4′ beauty on sale for $29.00!

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This painting manages to make flowers ugly and dull!




Not worth it you say?  Alas, I bought this for the canvas and the frame.   A framed stretched canvas of this size would cost well over a $100.  And remember, I am cheap.  So I bought this baby and lugged it out to my Prius.  However Prius was not having it, so I hoisted to the top and roped it.  Granted at one point I felt like the car and canvas were going to set sail.  Luckily I made it home without damaging  my precious masterpiece.

I started by painting the canvas and the frame with my stand-by Annie Sloane Old White paint.



I then spray painted the frame, a brass color.



Then I just had FUN!  I also tried gold leafing for the first time.  It was tricky, but since it didn’t really have to be perfect..hence what I love about abstract…it worked out pretty well.

This was before I did some blending.



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One of the many blank spaces that needed a little boost and some color.



I tried it in a few places, but for now, it’s my headboard.  When I finally get a headboard, I might switch it out.  I absolutely love it and feel like I’m falling in when I gaze upon it.