The Magnificent Art Creation

Image credit; Andrew Morris @ Unsplash

It had been such a terribly hectic week. The new instructor challenged the apprentice workers to create some new appealing crockery and glass tableware. She hoped to have the students present amazing tablescapes in the fall county fair exhibition.

Each station was laden with random possible raw materials to use. It was overwhelming to say the least. A class prize was to be given for the most appealing creation. There were also possible ribbons to be earned at the exposition hall.

Luisa began working with the crockery first. She realized that she had added too much to the piece of art. In her anger and frustration with the inability to transfer her thoughts to the piece she squashed it. It was broken beyond repair.

She knew the art piece needed to be simple, but elegant. To win, it should be made from affordable materials but appeal to wealthy tastes.

After days and days of working, her final masterpiece was completed. She lay her charming glass bottle with fairy lights inside, on her desk to be viewed by all. As soon as it was finished, she knew it would appeal to everyone. The lights were mesmerizing when you gazed into the bottle. So simple, yet so amazing.

When she learned that her project earned the class prize she responded with a shrill scream of delight. Her instructor gave her a voucher for a free semester at art school. Luisa knew she was headed for a life of doing what she enjoyed most, creating beauty.

After the class competition, the students decided to celebrate by having a party on the beach. Luisa brought her art piece with her as a reminder of her joyous day. Everyone needed to release the stress from the week’s competition. They frolicked in the water’s edge at low tide. It was their escape from the pressure they had endured. As they ran along the beach, Luisa’s magnificent piece was their guiding light to their way back to the real world.

Written for:
Sadje’s What Do You See?
Word of The Day:
Your Daily Word Prompt: lade
Rag Tag Daily Prompt: glass
MMA Word of the Day: random
Three Things Challenge: APPEAL PRIZE SQUASHED
Three Things Challenge:
Three Things Challenge: BROKEN SHRILL LAY


True Nighttime Mishaps Using Prompts

In the middle of the night last night, I was again unable to sleep. The disquiet I felt made me want to do something. I figured I would be productive with my time. I love, that because of retirement I have the freedom to sleep in the next day if I am able to do so. I no longer have to go to school dragging through the day with only three hours of sleep.

I decided to clear out some of the hundreds of photos on my computer. Most were memorable shots that brought me joy. Some pictures were so blurry that I wondered why I didn’t delete them long ago.  Some were trite, staged photos that only I would enjoy. My grandkids can be known to make a loud verbal fuss if I want what to take what I consider will be an artistic shot. At holiday times I had them dressing up with some of my many seasonal decorations. (You can imagine how well that went off with teenagers.)

I discovered that I had many repeats in a variety of folders. I rarely delete photos because I fear I will lose a perfect shot forever. With confidence that I was doing the right thing, I bid ado to the duplicates and bad shots. I assumed the icing on the cake of getting rid of so many photos would mean that my computer would run faster.

To further expunge duplicates, I decided to delete the files that were in multiple folders.  Mind you, I did this before saving anything to Shutterfly.  (BAD BAD MOVE) I then emptied my recycle bin. (STUPID STUPID MOVE) When I then went looking for a photo for the BrightSquare challenge, I found all my pictures were cleared off my computer, never to be seen again.

The photographs that WERE on my computer are not backed up anywhere. I admit to a few holy c*#p moments. I took a few deep breaths and pondered what, if anything, I could do about it. I realized that in the middle of the night, I could not “phone a friend.” The worst-case scenario was that my pictures were gone forever. Then my gratitude slipped in. At least I had the enjoyment of reliving all those memories before they left my computer. They are still in my heart, still in my recollections, and still a part of my life. 

I have photos in albums, on Shutterfly, and at Costco. I am not down for the count. I shall blog pictures again. LOL

Serenity Prayer

Written using: freedomlove, artisticschoolconfidencememorablerepeattritedisquietfuss, icingverbal, dressing, ado

The Error Of His Ways

Frederick believed that being the heir of the former conductor meant he could err without reprisal. Even knowing that it would make him late, he still chose to stop and buy himself a gift. He carefully tucked his new sheet music under his coat as he rushed through the back door.

Everyone else knew they needed to strive to always do their best. But not Frederick. He did whatever he wanted. He unobtrusively went to his designated spot in the orchestra. Once he placed the base of the double bass in its correct position be picked up his bow.

The new conductor quickly marched over to Frederick. Using his deep, stern voice he requested Frederick to please edify him with an explanation as to why he did not feel the need to be punctual.  

Frederick was dumbfounded by the unexpected confrontation. He wondered if the conductor knew exactly who he was. But before he could ask the conductor, he was instructed to pick up his instrument and permanently leave the premises.

 Three Things Challenge tucked-  buy – rush
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie err –  heirbase –  bass
Daily Word Prompt  strive
Your Daily Word Prompt edify

Insomnia Poetry

I envy others’ ability to sleep
I may rest, but it’s not deep
It matters not, when I lay down my head
I’m guaranteed to lie awake in bed
I’ve tried to renovate my sleeping style
It hasn’t worked for a very long while
Up at odd hours, is my norm
I’m unable to dream, in any form
My not sleeping foible, is one I dread
It can occur on a couch, a chair, or a bed
What’s the solution, I’d like to know
Another sleepless night where my brain won’t let go

Fandango’s One Word Challenge – renovate
Your Daily Word Prompt – foible

The Substitute

Have you ever walked into a class, ready to teach only to realize that you are not the expert you thought you were? You can attempt to be a pompous lecturer willing to share your knowledge with the students. If they realize you are a fraud however, you end up cowering back to the teacher’s desk. You might need to console yourself with a handful of dark chocolate morsels. But under no circumstances, should you allow yourself to succumb to any degree of slumber.
Your three things today are:   SHARE   EXPERT   COWER  pompous chocolate class slumber