Long time no blogging here. Many reasons, will not bore you all with them. I wanted to show you a few antique paintings I bought to re-sale this weekend, and then tell you of a angel sighting my son and I had later. the painting above is a 1860-70's oil on canvas of a wealthy Southern widow. Love her jewelry. It is mourning jewelry from back then. all of these can be found on my ebay site here.
Nice antique landscape of birch trees and pond, circa late 1800's in shabby gesso frame.
Very cool antique folk art handmade American picture frame with star corners.
Hauntingly beautiful oil on wood French portrait of young girl with long hair. The dealer I bought this from said it came out of a home in Charleston, SC. It was supposed to have been included in the estate sale he was organizing there, but it was left behind in closet, so lucky me. Now it is for sale on eBay here.
Great one of two vintage oils I bought of attractive black women, circa late 1940's Jazzy Big band.
The larger of the two black women portraits, circa late 1940's, Big Band hairdo, outfit.
Antique Oil on board of man in boat on river, gold gilt frame. I will be listing this
Wonderful vintage oil of woman in soft pink dress and bonnet, circa 1940's time frame. She is listed on my etsy site here.
Now let me tell you what we saw/experienced at the antique show this weekend. My young son was with me, helping me and shopping a bit himself. I walked up to him after I had been paying for some artwork, and he had a small car in his hand. I asked him if he wanted to buy another car ? He says the man gave it to him. I fish around in my purse, looking for a dollar to give the dealer, as I turn around and look for him...I notice he is in a wheelchair.
He only has one leg.
He is overweight, and does not look in good health.
I offer him the dollar, handing it towards him.
He shakes his head , waves his hand no, and touches a button on his throat to speak. He raspily says ' No, he can have it, I have boxes of them."
I asked him if he was sure, he waves his hand again and tells me yes, and I smile at him, he smiles back.
I thank him, my son very quietly thanked him, and we walked off.
I told my son, " Can you believe that man, he has nothing much, missing a leg, can't speak without a special larynx box button, yet he was kind enough to give you something for free. Just for the pleasure of seeing you happy."
I then told my son, " Out of all the beautiful antiques and artwork we have seen out here, his actions, he himself was the most beautiful thing we experienced."
My son looks down walking, considering what I said.
I tell him ," He was like an angel."
Then we walk in another building and look for me more paintings.
My son and me outside of the famous Husk restaurant in Charleston, SC last month
He is my size now, we were eating lunch on a sweltering day in July at the famous Husk restaurant in Charleston in the above shot. Quick re-cap of what's what with me, my oldest daughter is having a baby this November( yeah!), and it is a very exciting time. Still working and selling online with my paintings and antiques, and also letting my hair grow in naturally, no more color. So a nice silver and dark brown showing up, seen a bit in the above shot. A big deal for a woman these days as women feel forced to color their hair until eternity in the hope of looking young forever. BTW-won't work. Now when I see women who color their hair that are my age, also younger and older, the color always looks like it doesn't 'go' with their face( to me). The darker colors look too dark usually, the blonds looks too yellow. And now I notice the ' fake ' look to many colored hairdos. Though I realize it is too each person to decide whether they want to keep coloring or not. I decided to go against the flow of modern culture, and just be me. I hope I set an example for younger women( and my own age) I know, of allowing a woman to be attractive and gray/silver, and not try to look 25-35 forever. A losing battle from the get go.
I decided to get off that train( the hair color train), and be authentic , just as I am. It so far is not easy, but I am plugging away and not giving up.
So very slowly, ever soooooo sllllllooooowwwwly, you'll see me become a silver sista of sorts. Will be back with a garden entry next.
Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained in the way of righteousness. Proverbs 16:21