So. It's kind of a mixed blessing getting one's picture on the front page of one's local newspaper. This isn't the picture, but the topic's the same: The new historical panels installed by the Nat'l Park Service about a block away from my house here in Independence, MO, "the Queen City of the Trails." Proud I am, seeing as they feature paintings of mine, but as has been the case for years, my artwork looks better than I do. Because heaven knows I've certainly devoted a whole lot more time to my paintings than to my appearance! Ah well.
There's going to be an official dedication ceremony for the panels first thing tomorrow morning. I reckon I'd better find me a better pair of jeans, huh?
A cranky, quirky, funny dame, a cronette, divided in demeanor between fizzy optimism and dispirited melancholy (I treat the latter with new projects, the latest being an early-18th century gentleman's coat that I sewed for myself out of a length of blue denim, decorated w/ brass buttons.) An entertaining speaker I am, to many a gym or library full of students, a fine writer about dead people and things historical, a middling harmonica player and illustrator of many a book, 40 or so & counting.