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All on ebay, like usual, and for the first time on ebay, non ACEO art.
http://search.ebay.com/_W0QQsassZvantidQQhtZ-1
A few that are up right now:
I don’t have a scanner right now, so the colored ones have to wait! The photos just didn’t turn out.
Thanks for looking, I hope you guys enjoy the images regardless of whether you are in a buying mood or not. :3
Augghh! I’m SO sorry I missed this! I’ve been extremely AWOL for the past couple weeks cause I am on the road all the time. Internet has been really sparse. Sorry sorry!
THANK YOU ALL!!!! : D : D : D
I was given two bottles of wine from one of my favorite wineries, Kalyra, from Thornwolf, a celtic raven necklace from Nambroth, an antique key from my partner in crime Gatcat, and two very special prizes: A custom hand made skinning knife from the Alberti family (THANK YOU THANK YOU) that Melody was used as a stand in when “fitting” the right knife for me. And last but certainly not least, a pendant that Nambroth made. It was one I feel in love with immediately when she showed me. A couple days later it was marked as sold and I was soooo upset! When I asked Nam who bought it, she only told me, Just some guy! XD
But then it showed up in a wine glass that Gatcat handed me on my birthday.
This is the one: http://featherdust.critter.net/jewelryhtml/pages/3A.htmlI couldn’t speak and I cried! It’s so special to me.
Illucian and Eclipse (I don’t think they are registered here, but they are Windstone fans, too) treated me to a sushi dinner.
All in all, it was a really nice day and I hold it up as one of my best. The knife and the pendant make me bloom with happiness whenever I see o think of them.
Now I disappear for another while! Or maybe not, since now *I* am the one in Corvallis for a couple days. XD THE BEANEARY, HERE I COME!
The page seems to be updated and linked to this:
http://havanalion.com/2007/04/08/ipod-tells-soldier-he-was-shot-the-real-storySnap….Nah, medical stuff is always fun.
SPark, I get UTI’s all the time. If you power down 100% Cranberry juice and cram down scads of cranberry pills, PLUS as much water as your stomach can hold, it should clear up. Drink and drink and drink, you should need to pee every 20 minutes for a few hours. I fyou mix the cranverry juice with a little cocktail, it will ease the tartness of the juice.
I would avoid antibiotics unless you really really need them. The more meds you take, the harder it gets to clear future UTI’s. I’ve killed at least 4 infections with the cranberry method. :> Good luck!
Thanks again guys. And thank you for sharing the stories of your own losses as well.
Got home the other day. Oi. It’s good to be back. I am still sad, and I worry about my PaPa, but he is strong. I think he will live on with the memories of his best friend in his heart, and while the hurt will never go away, for any of us, it will ease with time. I know it’s cliche, but it’s the truth.
Thank you guys. I hate throwing personal greif upon others, but I wanted to share, I hope you don’t mind.
Whippet, you made me cry again, but in a good way.
I try to remember her smile (cause it was always there) and her old wavery voice, and I know she’d totally kick my butt if she caught me moping.
It’s not often that I make personal posts. But somedays, things feel larger than me. Sometimes, I want to share, get thing off my chest and to as many people who will read.
Last Saturday my dad called me to tell me that my Granny (his mother) had died suddenly. She was just talking, having a normal conversation with her caretakers, stopped mid sentence, and died.
I’d never lost a grandparent, and at 23, that’s a pretty good run. I still have a great~gandmother, even! I’d mever been to a funeral, only a couple of services for prayer.
It was hard, very hard, hearing that my Granny had passed. She’d been sick for the past couple years with dementia and various other things. Various illnesses is part of getting old, I know. My Papa took wonderful care of her, he saw her everyday.
I called my Papa after I got off the phone with my dad and it was difficult hearing how upset her was, he’s always been such a cheerful man, strong and such a gentleman. I told him I wouldn’t be able to make it out to the funeral, I was really sorry, but L.A. is so far from Florida and on such short notice…I couldn’t afford it! My PaPa said he understood, just keep the time in mind and pray during the funeral.
I called my Dad back not too long after and he was sounding upset. Really upset. He’d found my Mom on the floor (which explain why she hadn’t answered her phone earlier) and was having to take her to the hospital. Now, my mother going to the ER is nothing new. She suffers from Addisons, Lupus, diabeties, seizures, sjogrens, migraines, arthritus (part of the lupus), and several other thises and thats. She’s been sick for about 4 or 5 years now. So yeah, another ER trip. But it meant that my dad couldn’t make it to the funeral. He was going to miss his mother’s funeral to take care of my mom, something h’d learned from his own father from the way he took care of his mom.
It made me determined to make it to Florida to attend the funeral and represent my dad’s section of the family. I called my Aunt and she set me up with some frequent flier miles and I was set to come.
I stayed in my Granny’s old room the other night. She hadn’t been in there for 3 years, but the room was still heavy with her. She loved sunflowers and shetland sheepdogs and arts and crafts. I think she would have loved a PYO. I know stuff is just stuff, but when I see things I see memories or potential (a grow your own sunflowers kit really knocked me down). I think others feel the same about the belongings of their dearly departed. Just being in the room, where I can still remember her smiling and saying good bye from the last time I visited, already pretty ill.
Seeing some of her stuff and all that she was interested in began a chain of thought that i didn’t really finish til the next day, which was yesterday.
Yesterday was the visitation/viewing. Initially I had no desire to see the body, I’d never seen a corpse in person before and while I don’t mind such things, I didn’t want my last memory of Granny to be her body. Well, I could see her as soon as I walked in. i could see some of her hair and her arms abover the rim of the casket and I wanted to climb a tree.
Instead I walked up the aisle with my Papa, Aunt, and Uncle. There she was. She didn’t look horrible. She looked almost like she was sleeping except she never frowned like that. And she look somehow flat. My Granny was a large lady, jolly for sure. She just looked deflated, but the rest of her was pretty enough. There was make up on her arms that I didn’t care for, it looked gross. Seeing her was as hard as anything yet. She is dead. Gone. With God. My mind was playing tricks and I’d see her finger twitch and more commonly, her chest move like she was breathing. I had the same problem when I put my beloved dog Samson down. He was dead, but i kept thinking he was moving. It’s a subconsious hope, I know. Hope never dies.
The viewing was 3 hours. Over the next 3 hours I met a blur of family and friends of the family. And I listened…
I listened to all the things people were saying. I listened about my Granny’ travels, quirks, sense of humor, her talents and skills, I learned more and more about her that I never ever knew.
My chain of thought came to a completion of sorts. Crap, dude. Why don’t people talk about how awesome someone is before they die? Why does everyone wait until it’s too late? I know that you have to get to know someone on your own, but people were going on and on about things that I never knew, and I spend a lot of time with my Granny and Papa when I was younger, up until about 6 years ago.
It’s been driving me nuts. There are things I want to talk to her about now, only it’s to late. I can’t.
Today was the funeral, again, my first. It was a beautiful sermon, and the procession went to a National cemetary, so it was pretty cool seeing all the guards saluting as we went by. Thanks guys. My PaPa was a Major in the Airforce.
I guess the point of all this, besides needing to write it out AND post it AND share the memory of my Granny, is to say find out, if you can, as muh as you can from the people you care about. I know, I know it’s something everyone always says, and I don’t feel that I am conveying what I mean well enough in writing, but…find out what you can and in turn, tell people you know about how wonderful the people in your life are. I feel inspired by the life of my Granny, now. I love knowing more about her life and what she was like.
I am getting a bunch of her art supplies, I think she’ll be glad to know I am getting them. :3
Hope you guys aren’t tired of me showing these yet. :> I made several drawings in the style of heraldry because…well, a friend of mine asked me to draw his online self in the heradic style, so I did, and then I just kept working in the style.
http://search.ebay.com/_W0QQfgtpZ1QQfrppZ25QQsassZvantid
Yap!
emerald212 wrote:Hey Melody!
Put that Gold OW on a women’s dark v-neck T-shirt, and I’ll buy one! Thanks. (melody asks)Didn’t I?
Megani-chan wrote:Aww! He’s like a kiwi! (and he does not scare me. nope, not one bit.)
(This is still Melody) He or she looks a little scarier now. That one really does look cuter.dang, I lost that some of that somehow..
starbreeze wrote:Melody, could you please post a picture of the Muse? A lot of forum members have never seen one and those of us that have, would like to see it again.
This is Melody speaking, I am using Vantid’s computer and I don’t know how to log her out. Gad, she needs to dust… anyway…Yes! I have a muse right here, staring at me. I got told not to post images of sculpture before we get the copyright papers filed on them, because I kinda-sometimes forget to do it otherwise. Not good.(That is why I haven’t been posting much new stuff in my gallery.) I am waiting for a fully finished final muse to photo, then I’ll post pics. She is a lovely creature.
In case anyone is interested, I made a few more cards and popped them up on eBay. Here is one:
