Laughingkent

Heading to Acre Orlando!!!

2012-01-15T13:51:00.000-05:00

Laughingkent: Mom's Falsies and a mothers nightmare!

2012-01-08T11:10:00.000-05:00

Laughingkent: Mom's Falsies and a mothers nightmare!: My sister-in-law, Della Epler, busted me on this story. A story not allowed to be repeated. My mom almost ran away from home after this...

My Aunt Thelma

2011-12-15T16:44:00.001-05:00

Here I am... imagining I am entertaining at my New York Nite club. Notice the Coke a Cola dispenser to my right. "Rum and cokes for everyone, on the house!" Life was good, business was good, what could go wrong? After the funeral, and things became even more real. We packed for our trip to Glasgow, Montana. We would spend Christmas with family. Trying to have a Christmas without my father Joseph Epler. I still remember how awkward it was at school before Christmas break. I was now the kid whose dad had died. Everyone is so nice to you, even the bullies. By magic I won the class room Christmas tree. My number was drawn by my teacher, Mr. Armstrong. I hated being singled out, and blushed hot red. Mr. Armstrong was one of those teachers, who loved teaching. He helped me alot that year. He delivered the tree to our house.

This is a previous Christmas in Glasgow. We are at my aunt Thelma's house. Everyone seems to be having a good time....except me. My aunt lived 14 miles from Glasgow, in a town named Nashua,MT. It was a town of maybe 600. Mostly people who worked at the dam or were farmers. They all knew each other and their business. I would stay with my cousin Paul. Rather than the 20 year old pull out sofa bed at Grandmas.
This was a town found in "Its a Wonderful Life." Remember the scene where George Baily runs thru Town, caring a wreath." The town looked like that. Lights strung across the entire street (hung by my Uncle Vernon, a volunteer fireman) My Uncle Vernon ,also, owned the Bar, bowling alley, plumbing supply, and trailor court (three set ups). In fact his father built the town hall, too. So everyone knew them and knew I was visiting...and why.

My Aunt Thelma (nick named Betty Grable) was one of my mother's sisters. This is her wedding picture. Mom is on the left and aunt Margarete on the right. When they lived on their homestead, and my grand parents would travel to town, Thelma would tell stories to the younger children. Who were mom and my uncle Norman. It would almost always be her version of Peter Pan. You know the one where Peter is an orphan forever. When he tryed to fly threw the window, they shut the windows in his face. And locked him out...forever. You couldn't help but love this woman and her wicked sense of humor. When Mom died, Thelma said to me,"Well I am the Queen bee now."
When I arrived., that Christmas, Thelma hugged me and said," So glad you are here, Paul has been waiting for you." No tears and no sadness on her face. I was so thankful for that.

I sat around as they opened gifts. I was starting to feel overwhelmed. Dad was dead and my life would never be the same. " Kent ,Santa left this for you." Thelma had sensed that I was about to crash. "I just noticed it , here." She handed me the cowboy wrapped paper box. Everyone stopped and watched me open the box.

"Kreskin's ESP....its just what I wanted!!!!" ( I had never heard of Kreskin before...ever) Thank you so much. I opened the box and studied the contents for the next hour. Having studied the instructions, I began to amuse my audience. I now had ESP! And used it to manipulate my relatives. (so they let me think) But for that first painful Christmas I could just be a kid. And forget...for a while.
Many times I would stay with Thelma, in Nashua. She always hard loved me, never tears. But I always knew she cared for me.

This pioneer stock woman is the last of eight children. She still lives in Nashua, MT. She drives her van to her lake house. Complains of the snow and bad weather. And hard loves all her family. I love her. And will never forget that Christmas in 1965.

Chicago One of a Kind Show!

2011-11-22T13:15:00.000-05:00

This is my first year to show at The Chicago One of a Kind Show! So excited! Have a great location at the front of the show. My booth # is # 3134. Hope to sell like crazy!!! Rick is going with me. (to keep my cool)

Mom living with two teenageboys!!

2011-11-01T14:03:00.001-04:00

My Mom, Ruth, was raised with four sisters and three brothers. Mom was always more comfortable in the company of men. After my dad, Joe, died, mom was to live in the company of two teen boys. We lived in a sixties home with only one bathroom. It was painted violet, with matching Kohler fixtures. Bath tube shower, one pedestal sink, and toilet. Which was the way for most people we knew. Most people didn't have two bathrooms and did not own a automatic dishwasher. Mom worked and we attended different schools. You can imagine the morning battle. Plus almost no privacy. A long narrow hall lead to the bathroom, which was almost un -passable for two people. But we didn't shower so much in those days and hair was washed every other day. All our individual grooming products fit into a single small inset medicine cabinet. I hung above the sink. We all shared the single tube of Crest. But having matured, my brother Joe and I had just bought a tube of Score, hair gel. Yes I had hair once. Score was a aqua gel to keep our crew cuts standing straight. It made my light blonde hair, a slight shade of green. Ugh! Mom busts out of the bathroom, choking, gagging, and rubbing her mouth. " What the hell is in this tube?" Mom had brushed her teeth with our hair dressing.

Paint by Number.

2011-10-04T11:38:00.000-04:00

Even as a child I had a problem with Christmas. Beyond all the religious trappings, it just didn't make sense. Everyone was supposed to be happy and full of joy. But everyone I knew seemed to be uptight, stressed, and lost. I never ever really got what I wanted for Christmas. If you knew my Mom, you understand. I learned thrifting from Mom. You never ever bought full retail...that was just silly. A lesser brand, or cracked, chipped item was just as good. When I wanted a GI Joe doll...GI Bob arrived. I wanted a stereo player...floor model phono player to spin tunes. Yikes! " Wait until the kids see your new mono kids" I can't even mention the year my brother Joe and I got luggage! That was the big gift! (a hint maybe). Joe said to me, "It better be filled with f......g money!"

Remember paint by number? When I was young my Aunts and Uncles still sent gifts. Never big, a gesture, really...a dollar gift. It was cool, as it added to the pile. One year my Aunt Margret gave me a paint by number set. She felt I needed the outlet or the therapy.

Funny how creepy a clown painting by number can appear. I mean if you had problems with clowns, this would surely put you in therapy. But I did not get a set of clown paintings.

I guess because of my great love for hunting and nature...I received "Deer Drinking or Peeing in a Stream # 45". But get this, I remember taking out all the paints and the canvas,...and just starring at them. I understood how I was suppose to paint...number method. But...I flipped over the canvas and painted my own painting. I think it was an abstact comtempory ,Piet Mondrian. Mom thought it was interesting, but that I should try to paint with the restraints of the number method. It would teach me classical forms. YIKES! After finishing of the Deer in the Woods, Mom checked my work. "I like them both, but this seems more like you." I loved her. She probably thought I should attempt to stay with in the rules. Just once. But it wasn't Mom's way. She just encouraged me to be myself. I miss her.

This is the paint by number I really wanted!!!

James Dean: my idol!

2011-09-28T12:01:00.000-04:00

Growing up in Montana wasn't easy for me. Almost every reason for living there, I disliked. I hated fishing, hiking,skiing, hunting, farming, ranching, mining, lumbering. So I always felt out of place. Just faking my way threw life. Oh, I could go to Frontier Town , and play pioneer, with the best of them. But just not my thing! I managed to get all the way to high school with out establishing a personality. Oh I was always kind of a funny goof, but no attitude. Then one stoned day, exploring an abandoned open mine camp, it happened. A footnote: where I lived there were abandoned mine shafts, and open pits everywhere. Yet rarely did a child ever get lost, or fall on one. Figure... Anyway, that day laying on a rock, I looked over to the next rock. There it was, all brown, and cracked. It was a brown leather bomber jacket. Just like James Dean wore in Rebel without a Cause!!!! I picked it up worried it might be concealing a snake. Nope, it was beautiful, and mine.

At home that night I saddle soaped the hell out of my bomber rebel jacket. I fit great, and I looked great in it. In fact I felt different, sort of tough, sexy, and bad. I couldn't wait to get to school. I think I liped off to my mother going out the door. It felt so hot!

I strutted threw Helena High School with a slight sneer on my face. I swaggered to my locker. Opened it and slammed it closed. " What the fuckkkkkkkk". The crowed halls cleared. If only we could smoke in school halls, I thought. I felt that James Dean was walking with me. We would have been best friends in High School. I would have wanted it to go farther than friends, but we would be kool.

Having watched all the James Dean movies, I could quote from almost everyone of them. And many times relied on the text to get me out of trouble...or in trouble. Now I have this magic jacket. Oh the times that jacket saw... It traveled to San Fransisco with me. SURPRIZE! It was standard issue dress for Castro. Three National Tours, Louisville, and back to Montana. I gave it to Harry Gadbow on his fiftieth birthday.

Because he was the first to say," You look like a bad ass James Dean, Eps!"

This is a picture of me and friend Gayle. It was on the front of our college newspaper in 1971. It was fall, and I was still being James Dean. Skipping classes, and recovering from the night before.....

My neighbor Molly!

2011-09-09T13:42:00.001-04:00

This morning I returned from the gym. Hanging on my door knob was a handle bag. Inside a card, addressed to me, pictures, and two Rome tomatoes. I opened the envelope, viewed the pictures, of my neighbor Molly's visit to studio. Molly wanted to see some of my work a couple of weeks ago. I called her and said I was shipping a piece and was working on a couple more. At first she asked if she could come later in the week. "No, the piece is shipping today...." I'll be right over." she said. I opened the door, and couldn't help but notice, her eye was covered with a bandaid. " I just had cataract surgery this morning, but didn't want to miss out on this!" We played in the studio. Molly took lots of pictures, asking permission on each and every shot. " I'll get you copies." she promised.
In the bag was this card, and the beautiful sentiments. How kind and generous, and supportive of a neighbor. I think Molly was responsible for the secret bag of tomatoes last month!
I love where I live.

This is the wall she is refering ....
(This is an e-mail I received later in the day.)

"P.S. The tomatoes are San Marzano (seeds from Italy). You can save the seeds on a paper towel, let it dry, write the name on the paper towel. Save in a drawer or plastic bag. Even temperature, dry for storage. I don’t try to peel them, nice julienned on a salad.
Molly"

Don't you love her!!!!!

Erma on the Loose!

2011-09-07T15:21:00.000-04:00

Erma on the Loose was a last minute addition last year. I did this piece right before Buyers Market of American Craft, in Philadelphia. She was suppose to be Dee Dee Cupcake, and burlesque dancer. Nothing worked that day. Sometimes I let the character tell its own story This was going to be the case with Erma. Nothing fit right and she seemed to be fleeing from something! I took her to the show. "I don't know who she is..." " I LOVE her!" was the response from so many customers. I think everyone loves the energy of Erma. She seems to to very strong dispite being some what confused. Confident in style, and possessing very little! I love her. These are just some of the faces of Erma. She has become more popular than "Summer Love", the hippie girl!

Remembering my first Birthday Party

2011-09-03T13:53:00.002-04:00

I don't remember a birthday party until I was 5-6 years old. My family were living in Great Falls, Montana. Known for the giant smelter and smoke stack, and, oh yes...the Falls of the Missouri. Lewis and Clark, the Gathering at the Falls! You get it. We were living the Donna Reed life style, in a new housing sub division. Our home was furnished from the downtown Paris store. Mom hated living thru the depression, wanted all new Danish modern furniture. My brother Joe and I attended the brand new school. We walked seven or eight blocks, together, and sometimes alone. No fear of being snatched up by a hobo. " Don't talk to anyone you don't know" Mom would say. " Come straight home after class, I have bridge club." Mom added giving us lunch money. These were the days when afternoon bridge club included cocktails. I thought we were living the charmed life. Dad traveled all week and Mom ran the house and played bridge. My birthday? Oh yes, my birthday!
My birthday has always conflicted with Labor Day. Mom would tell a tired joke of the hours of labor she endured ... It was the end of summer and most of my friends were still on vacation. And always conflicted with the most dreaded time of the year...back to school! But this birthday was going to be very special. Mom decorated,mailed invitations ,baked a cake with a nickel inside it. You know if you found the nickel you got a prize. (dental care). I was a little nervous about this gathering, and how Mom could pull it off! But it was a sensation! A beautiful outside affair, with balloons and streamers. My surprise gift of an three ring inflatable pool was resting in the sun, with a red bow scotch taped to it.
Only once did it get awkward. After opening the third of ping pong sets, I said " well, I guess we could use these to flip pancakes." Mom called me inside. This was the coming of age discussion about receiving ugly gifts in life, and how to fake loving them.

I am standing in the center of this early gathering picture. Two pretty girls on my left, and me eyeing the guys...hummmm.

Even my brother Joe was trapped into attending. He is the one on the right, checking for the nickel in his cake.

This is me in my orange deluxe pool ...after the party.
Even today I wonder how the rumor of me liking or wanting to ever play ping pong got started. Of course this is the party that I realized I liked alot of attention. I may have performed " I'm a little peanut on a railroad track" to my captured guests. I was so intoxicated with all the adoration. This would later prove my down fall on many occasions.
So today, I fondly remember that birthday summer day. When life was so perfect and carefree. And turn the page on another year. I can hear Rick preparing the dinner meal and setting the table . Hopefully he won't be using any streamers......

A Client's Trust

2011-08-25T19:30:00.000-04:00

Its not often you get a client who says" Could you create a creation of me?" This almost never been a good experience for me. My vision is rarely that of a client! I never do famous characters for that reason. What idea, or concept inside their head may not be mine. So when you get someone who says," just go with it, do it your way!" OK! My client is a warm, funny, outgoing, slightly on the wacky side. Just my type of client...and who usually buys me at shows! I thought she was a little conservative, in manner and dress. So I just kept her hair style....will let you know how she likes it!

Mom's birthday gift of laughter!

2011-08-24T15:41:00.000-04:00

The top picture was taken of Mom skipping school! It is her senior year in High School. Mom and several girl friends skipped school, bought beer, and picnic ed all day at Cherry Creek. Of course one of her teachers drove by and saw them. Mom was a cheerleader, so this did not go over very big with the faculty! I never heard this story until much, much later in Mom's life. Mom had a way of twisting the rules until somehow they were wrong and she knew better! If an ornament was hidden in your shopping cart, and not noticed by the checkout person...well...it's yours. If the tag is miss-marked...Woo Who...they over charge anyway! Mom's last trip to Louisville, we shopped at Value City ( Mom had probably switched some shoes into another show box). Upon leaving...high on her shopping experience....she turned to me and Rick and said" Well girls, where should we have lunch?" (awkward silence) " Well...what ever." she said. We would laugh about this for years. Mom had the great ability to tell a story different every time. She could tell a tale about a family member. And still be as mad as she was 40 years ago. Then look at you an explode with laughter. She could look into herself and laugh. I think Mom really loved how silly people could act. No one could laugh at her self better, than Mom. Today, Mom would have been 85 years old. I miss her laughter and friendship everyday. So on her birthday, I will embellish a story, laugh till I bust...and think of Mom.

Not being my Grandma Epler's Favorite!

2011-08-18T15:20:00.001-04:00

I like to be popular, favorite, best friend, most likely, who doesn't! So you can imagine spending time with my Grandma Epler, and clearly, not being her favorite. Well, not until she lost her mind and thought I was her brother Todd. ( Still wanting her most status, I would go along with her) Why didn't she like me? Oh, she wasn't mean to me, just not interested! " Look Grandma, I can do a cartwheel while singing "I'm a little tea pot" and do all the gestures, too!" I yelled from the front yard. " Come in and eat your rubbard sauce" she rolled her eyes and yelled back. Maybe inside she might ask me to help her with a project. One of her favorite summer jobs included mixing something odd and horrible on the stove. Pouring the mixture in a jar, then standing at the top of the cellar stairs. " Here, throw this down the stairs...it's for that damn skunk."she ordered. I would throw this potion down the stairs, smashing it against the wall. "Wait one hour then go clean up, unless the skunk is still there." she planned. I would worry for an hour. Then peak down the stairs and sniff for a presence. Cleaning up the glass was the worse, and I always managed to cut myself. Which would mean a door knob size of gaze around my finger, and sticky white adhesive tape. "Help yourself to a piece of rock candy, from the ledge." she rewarded. Okay, if you aren't from Montana... Harlem, Montana, you probably don't know about rock candy, either. It looks just like pebbles of river rock! No shit! (Not being favored, you got rocks) My cousins would feast on cookie and Orange Crush, until they popped! Bastards!

At dinner I would push my way threw my cousins and family members, to sit next to Grandma. Check out the picture...she is thrilled! Probably has rock candy in her purse.

These portraits hung inside the wall, leading into her dining room. "Who are they Grandma?" I asked. "They Grandpa and Grandma Earkhart, my parents." she said not missing a beat setting her table for dinner. " They are dead, now" she signed. Well, not so dead, if they are still showing up in Antique Malls and thrift stores all over America. I discovered my first set of "Contented Man and Woman" in Wisconsin!

This is the woman who is probably why I am so craft minded. She sewed costumes and props for all my cousins, professional quality! ( not for me, high top tennis shoes and a cheap straw cowboy hat, would do me fine) She created millions of projects from recycled objects! My favorite was a pin cushion from a Cambells soap can. Covered with pink foam and eyelet!

Check it out! Still trying to win her over! I think she secretly would have loved my work! I think she secretly wanted to rid her small town life and been an artist in New York, or a famous costume designer! Maybe she resented me. Before she died, my Dad and I cleaned out her house. Every closet packed with eyelet, trim, fabrics..and cans! We found something ,on the top shelf, in the back porch closet, in a red Valentine box. The red flocked Valentine was marked across the top, " For Kent". Inside were bits and pieces of trim, eyelet, a rusted pair of sizzers, real silk ribbons. For Kent...maybe I wasn't her favorite...just alot like her.

Natie Earkhart Epler-Artist?

Breakfast at Tiffany's

2011-07-16T14:36:00.000-04:00

I watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's for the thousand time. Audrey is so glamorous, with the stunning background scenes of 60's NYC. I was sick nursing a fever, which could explain this revelation. As a kid in Helena, Montana in the sixties...this was a break through film for me. It opened my eyes to a jazzy hip scene. So different from the Tastey Freeze un -hip Helena! In our rumpus room, I pretended to be attending the loud, cool party at Holly Golighty's. We would be best friends and exchange secrets about the "rats" we dated. I would drink to much and say to much, and pass out on 7-Up (champagne). I vowed one day I would have a cool apartment in NYC. Get drunk all nite and have Breakfast at Tiffany's!
Years dragged (junior high). Still in Helena attending Helena Un-Hip High School...not in NYC! But in my head a party was going on (still does) Basically an out of control teenager, flying on pot and alcohol, attending only theatre classes! But I did have an after school job in a plumbing shop. ( Paid for groovy clothes and pot)! One day an old claw tub arrived from a tear out job. My boss was going to sell it for scrap iron! OMG!!!! I'll take it!!!! Bill Greenfield shrugged his shoulders, scratched his head, muttered something, and went inside. I spent the rest of the day cutting out the front of the tub. Burning myself only twice. I loaded up my "Holly Sofa" into the truck and took it home.
"Its the sofa from "Breakfast at Tiffany's" I said. Mom just looked it at...and looked at it....and looked at me.
" It needs pillows!" she said. Most of the weekend we worked on the cushions and pillows. That Saturday night I had a vodka and tonic, light up a joint...closed my eyes...I was in NYC, at Holly's, drinking, smoking and having the time of my life!
Three years ago my brother Joe and I cleaned out Mom's house! There in my room was the tub-sofa! We had to bust it up with a sludge hammer to get it out of the house. I think my heart ached at little that day. Thinking of who I was back then...and that Mom never got rid of Holly's sofa!

My crazy Aunt Ruttie!

2011-07-11T20:03:00.000-04:00

I was telling Rick a story the other night. And out of the story I realized the first time I thrifted! As you know I have been a HUGE thrifter for years. But it goes back to my Aunt Ruttie. She was my Grandmother's youngest sister...a late baby (as my mom would say). Their parents died during one of many flu epidemics. My grandmother Natie raised (wild) Ruth. We loved Ruttie because she was child like, and full of mischief. We would travel down the back alley of grandmother's to Ruttie's house. They feuded most of their life. She would call and ask us to visit...alone! She was our Cat in the Hat! If it was hot we would drag our kitchen chairs to the open refrigerator. Rest our feet inside the shelves and sip Orange Crush. While having lunch she would slip a rubber ladies hand on the edge of the table. We would scream...then laugh till Orange Crush run out of our nostrils. She once dressed my brother and I as a Magna gypsy and Bad Johnny. We walked downtown to my uncles grocery store. My brother Joe wasn't so excited about this...Well ...you can imagine! I was every part the crazy, cackling hag..Magna. My grandmother got calls from her entire bridge club. Another time she encouraged us to smoke my uncle's pipes...took our picture... had the picture made into a puzzle ...for Christmas. What does this have to do with thrifting? Nothing, except paint the picture of this wonderful person, who influenced my life. The first year we were living in Helena, MT, Ruttie paid a visit. We went for a drive thru the historic district of South Main Street. I was digging in Ruttie's purse getting a piece of Juicy Fruit ( rubbing the lint off ) " What is that! she shouted. " Blast, is that a junk store?" " Joe, stop the car, pull over, pull over!" My dad always indulged Ruttie. She flew out of the car and into the store. ( my mother was about to die) I walked into paradise!!!! All this stuff, old, new, cracked, chipped, dirty,gummy,and wonderful! " Kentie (still hate it) look at this magic urn (a green painted vase)!" "How much...I will give you 50 cents for it!" I stood there with my mouth open. " If you thrown in two shot glasses!" Driving home Ruttie said ,"When we get home we will fill it with magic potion (Orange Crush) and get drunk" Acting drunk was one our favorite games. I was surprised I let go of the urn long enough to wash it. I was hooked forever on thrifting...and Aunt Ruttie!

My Grandmother Natie Epler and Ruth Earkhart

My Grandmother Natie Epler (attractive house dresses, both sewed...hummm) and Ruttie Ring.

My dad bought these masks for me and my Brother Joe, for Halloween. This is a raw moment, where Ruttie got my grandmother to get loose!

Betty the Rocker

2011-06-14T20:47:00.001-04:00

This is the the first of my new work. I have just gotten back from Montana. I was working with photographer Chris Autio (incredible artist) He shot my entire collection (29 pieces) I am so excited about the collection and the quality of the images!!! Chris Autio is the very best!!!

MY Brother Joe

2011-05-13T13:11:00.001-04:00

Yep there we are, in our morning flannel matching robes. (Mom made outfits for us, that matched, until my brother finally refused to dress as twins) I think after this picture was taken, Joe released the horse, and I sprang toward the bookcase. My first scare on my head, another would match it : from a swinging bucket of rocks!
I lost my cell phone today. I left it in a shopping cart at Krogers. Drove home and started to work in the studio. So pushed to get ready for a show and completing orders. If you follow my pattern , about a week before a show I back into another car at Jo Annes, or a car wash! "Where is your cell phone?" he asked. "Up in the kitchen....wait....oh crap!" "Some one with a southern accent called me...I had to tell them to slow down and speak slow!" Joe said. He thinks everyone has a southern accent in...Indiana! We laughed about leaving stuff, getting older, and technology! (old guy talking) The phone had been left at the counter for me to pick up. A kind deed...I so needed that this week.
Driving back home, I couldn't stop thinking about that call. Hearing from my brother, saying its was gonna be okay. It was like when Mom would call and say everything would work out for the best. That wave that takes over your despair. Makes you feel safe and secure. I realized that in my brother I have both of my parents. That safety zone, I missed from them. That spirit lives in him. And does in me, for him. Years later: wearing adult diapers ,watching Jeopardy: He will say "You look young Pete!" and I will say" You should have had your eyes done!"

Spring brings out the spring "Roosters!"

2011-05-11T18:25:00.000-04:00

Heres How I make these pecking good creatures!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ip5ZZW5U9do

Gwen Tisdale-Twist Queen

2011-04-28T17:06:00.000-04:00

"Bon Voyage Darling, Happy Birthday, or its just cocktail hour! Well, I finally did it, used Morty's life insurance, darling, and I am going on the QE2! I'm wearing that fabulous bling suit that shows my new waist. Now it fits! Going to miss all of you. Postcards are pre- written! Might have to take my Chubby Checker records...love to twist and pony!"

Gwen was created from my energy, getting ready for a show! I had my show ready, but couldn't stop creating. Soooo I created "Qwen" ! Took the piece to a show. Not knowing how it would do. With no name or story! Everyone loved this piece! "Who is she?" I love her! She looks like my Mom ...in the sixties!" She was so loved and adored ...she sold the best at Buyers Market and Acre Orlando! What did everyone see in this woman. It hit me finally. Being a child in the sixties! I can remember friends of my Mom's getting kind of a Modern makeover. Hair got big, closes were tight, make up was in all kinds of color. And everyone drank, danced and smoked! I can remember my parents talking about the night before and who did " The Twist"! Cocktails, records, and Bee Hive doos! This was a new modern woman who stayed home and raised the kiddos but on the week end...Party Girl! We all new Qwen. She was the most fun to be around. Would probably let you try out her makeup, or sippies from her drink. She was just the most fun..unlike other of our parents friends (parents)!

Spring buyers guide for Wholesalecrafts.com

2011-04-12T13:21:00.000-04:00

I love dooing the Acre shows, Vegas and Orlando. There is always such excitement. The show always feels new and growing and better! The staff (my favorites) make you feel special and like family. I learned all these things about my work in the last show. Man... I love what I do and would want to do anything else!

Staying friends: After the break up!

2011-04-04T16:55:00.000-04:00

Bruce's beautiful home in the Knobs of Southern Indiana

Flowers bloom everywhere

One of many sculptures on Bruce's property!

Fields of daffodils, the reason for the party!

Bruce is giving us a monologue about finding the metal pieces! Totally in his element!

Rick thinks he was a Panda in a past life...he loves the forest of bamboo!

On the honor system (Rick made me) $3.00 a dozen for fresh picked daffodils!

Every year Bruce (ex-partner) and his partner ,Scott, welcome spring with a great brunch and viewing of fields of daffodils! Lots of new friends and old chums gather for viewing and wine tasting! This is my second year to attend. This is one of Rick's favorite events. The weather was perfect as was the food and wine! Bruce and I were lovers (as they say in the 80's) for almost two years. At which I made his life a hell! We didn't really have alot in common. I loved, lived, parked at the clubs. Bruce hated them! I was into remodeling and creating my space in my image. Bruce longed for a quiet white walled room of his own! We weren't very good together. I think we hurt each other more than we loved . BUT... after all these years..we like each other. I see him for the true sprite of nature that he is...such an original. Everything that grows he respects with the delight of a child. Each new bloom... is the first time. His eyes are filled with laughter. A look I don't think I ever saw in the time we were together. Maybe I never looked. I love how much we have grown...and into better people. I cherish our friendship. I think a little bit of good in me...is because of knowing him.

Elizabeth Taylor

2011-03-23T11:29:00.000-04:00

Things you may not know about Liz!

1. Before I made films, I had a lemonade stand in Southern California.

2. When José Eber is out of town, I love to cut my hair and anyone else's.
3. I'm mad for Law & Order and have seen every single episode. My children and Mariska Hargitay, a dazzling actress, played together as kids.
4. I converted to Judaism in 1959.
5. My Jewish name is Elisheba Rachel.
6. My first horse was named Betty.
7. I didn't go on a date until I was 16.
8. My legs are too short.
9. The film I'm proudest of is Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
10. I never face the day without perfume.
11. I dreamed of designing perfume 25 years before I did it.
12. I love blood-orange juice.
13. My very first memory is of pain.
14. I'm still heartbroken that Richard [Burton] never won an Oscar.
15. I am sincerely not worried about getting old.
16. I never tried to act until A Place in the Sun.
17. I am disgusted by the amount of myth about me that is accepted as fact.
18. People on Twitter named my new fragrance, Violet Eyes.
19. I've never had acting lessons, though many people think I need them.
20. In my twenties, I nearly lost my eye and my leg. Still have them both, tee hee.
21. Nerves are the nemesis of all actors.
22. I hate being called Liz, because it can sound like such a hiss.
23. I believe you can be close to God anywhere.
24. My dog Delilah is in love with my cat Fang. To each his own.
25. My family and people with HIV/AIDS are my life.

When so many "Stars" do nothing with their fame...Liz chose to use her face to be the face of AIDS. She spoke out openly about AIDS/HIV. She champianed the rights of people being abused by our government. She raised billions of dollars for researce and care. She was a wild card...but a great kind woman. Miss you already Elizabeth. Can still hear your great whisky laugh!

The Lulu Circus came to town!

2011-03-17T15:48:00.000-04:00

My early fascination of the circus begin .. well almost never. We never had the real circus come to town. Or never did I want to run away with the circus. It was a Shriner Circus, which was really friends of my dads, in smelly clown costumes and miniature cars. BUT the carnival held some kind of enchantment...for me. You can imagine the quality of carnival and amusement park...that would come to Helena, MT. Yet every year I would save my discount tickets from Save Way Market. They made the rides only 50 cents. My mom would happily drop me off at the carnival grounds feeling safe that I would be under the supervision of carny folk. "I'll be back to get you after work" she would say. "Did you pack a lunch?" Of course I did. Sometimes my visiting cousin Paul from Nashua, MT would visit. I would share half of my tickets with him. (he was country folk). What a day we would have: all morning turning our stomachs inside out at the Tilt-a-whirl. Then lunch in the Memorial Park. After lunch, Mom always made us promise to wait for an hour before doing any rides. (Mom shared the same rule for swimming) Some games and then finally to the games of chance. I wasn't very good at this and the workers scared me. BUT they also fascinated me. Hot young men, always with a real slutty girlfriend. What was their life like, did they live in a trailer, what did their tattoos mean. I probably had sexual feeling for them, but was to busy wrapping cotton candy around my head. You know, to look like a Bee Hive Do. (It always made my cousin pee his pants) I thought they all looked like James Dean, covered in oil, with a rolled up t-shirt. So what does this have to do with my current LuLu work? Nothing. I like the wild whimsy of the costumes and characters. They represent the circus I would have like to have seen. Maybe performed with them and shared a trailer. And then later we would hang out with the trailer of hot carnies.

The Kentucky Market is in town!

2011-03-14T13:47:00.000-04:00

Be sure and attend The Kentucky Market! Tons of my artists buds will be exhibiting! I don't qualify for this show because I am not living in Kentucky. (SUCKS)! But it is a good show! Best of luck buds!

Me as the crazy Neighbor "Gladys Crabbits on Bewitched"!

2011-03-09T17:38:00.001-05:00

This is one of my earlier videos. It is also, my most popular video. I am not sure , why...... So on its anniversary I am posting on my blog! Enjoy...again

Topeo Gallery

2011-03-03T18:08:00.004-05:00

Topeo Gallery is located in the historic and quaint town of New Hope in Bucks County, Pa. The town is nestled on the Delaware River and the Delaware Canal and has long been the center of Fine Art and Crafts. Our award winning Gallery, owned by Walter Hazzard, opened its doors in 1980 and has established itself as one of the best in the nation. You will see work by local artists as well as pieces by artists from around the country. In 2001, we opened a second location, Topeo South, just four doors away to offer an even wider selection of Fine American Crafts.
At Topeo, you will find one of the largest and best selections of American Art Glass and American Made Jewelry in the country. We also feature creative lighting, a variety of wall art in all mediums, sculptures, bronze floor fountains, pottery, metal, exotic wood, ornaments, and one of a kind gifts. Our experienced and friendly staff are always there to be of assistance.
The Gallery has been voted a Top Retailer of American Craft numerous times by artists from around the country and was twice voted the Best in the Nation and now has a place in the American Craft Retailer Hall of Fame. Numerous magazines and newspapers have featured the Gallery since its inception.

Topeo is one of my new galleries: http://topeo.myshopify.com/

My show shirt collection!

2011-02-09T13:02:00.000-05:00

These are some of my "Show Shirts". Sometime last year I realized that my work was more outragous than me! I was dressing all in black and scared customers in my booth. I changed that concept from "Having a party in my head" to "Having a party in my booth!" After three very successful wholesale shows..(with the new duds) I felt I was on the right track. I have to order a new"Lucky" shirt for each new show! All day artists say " Cool shirt" as I pass their booths. Customers can break the ice with discussion about the shirt, which leads into my life in Montana....and how did you every create this type of work? And finally after much laughter and fun...the ORDER!

Acre Orlando!!

2011-02-01T14:09:00.001-05:00

This is the piece I made the night before I left...I wasn't to sure about it! I thought it might be (even for me) to much! I sold this piece three times (all in slighty different forms)! Sometime you just don't know you own strengths and audience...

This is jeweler Patricia Varnon, who traveled with Tara Hall of Unique Expressions. This is my most typical customer ( check out her clothes) We had so much fun and made such a commotion! ( We are planning our road trip together)

Of course I wore my collection of Western Drag shirts. This is my last day shirt. More reserved ....

The show was a new first time show. Which I always swear i will never do! But the Wholesalecrafts Gang did a bang up job. Delivered the buyers. Which is the key. I sold to two Galleries that I have been working on for years. So they alone were worth the trip.   And lots of nice new accounts.   I had some adventures on the road with the Agricultural Department ( see video)
Kitty, also, came along for the ride and adventure. Which means she sleep all the way and played in the Magic Kingdom all day.
Glad to be home...but miss the SUN!!!!!!!!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KjBaiqjAr2M     I am stopped by a highway patrol!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhLEtbnDN6E    I am stopped..Again by the highway patrol!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vsI3-LFiUo8   Kitty's take on Orlando w/ travel tips! (have a drink)

My generation.....

2011-01-21T22:24:00.001-05:00

..

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE
1920's, 30's, 40's, 50's,
60's and 70's!!

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can and didn't get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered
with bright colored lead-base paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes,
we had baseball caps
not helmets on our heads.

As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, no booster seats, no seat belts, no air bags, bald tires and sometimes no brakes.

Riding in the back of a pick- up truck on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and no one actually died from this.

We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter and bacon. We drank Kool-Aid made with real white sugar. And, we weren't overweight.. WHY?
Because we were always outside playing...that's why!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on..

No one was able to reach us all day. No kid had a cell phone. And, we were OKAY.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps
and then ride them down the hill,
only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem

We did not have Play stations, Nintendo's and X-boxes. There were no video games, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's,
no surround-sound or CD's,
no cell phones,
no personal computers,
no Internet and no chat rooms.

WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.

We would get spankings with wooden spoons, switches, ping pong paddles, coat hangers, or just a bare hand and no one would call child services to report abuse.

We ate worms and mud pies
made from dirt, and
the worms did not live in us forever.

We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not poke out very many eyes.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them.

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team.
Those who didn't had to learn
to deal with disappointment.

Imagine that!!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever.

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.

If YOU are one of them, CONGRATULATIONS!

You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good.
While you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave and lucky their parents were.
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it ?

I thought about Mom today!

2011-01-04T14:28:00.001-05:00

I thought about my mother today. Its not her birthday, Wedding anniversary, or the day she died. Just couldn't stop thinking about her. I found these clippings, looking for something else. There was that signature "Love Ruth" ( to a boyfriend, not my father). Mom wrote to me every week until she couldn't write. And the society clippings about a charity ball luncheon, or a tea served at our family home. I remembered how I felt seeing her in the newspaper. My mom is a celebrity! Our lives would never be the same. I would have to attend a private school. And be driven to school in a dark limousine, by my body guard. He would take a bullet for me and kick the shit out of the bullies at C.R. Anderson middle school. Mom would probably be jetted all around the world to serve on United Charity Ball Alliance. We would have to move to Hollywood. I would spend my time with the children of Bing, Dean,Frank, and Crawford. It would be difficult at first, but I would sacrifice. I cut out the clippings and carried them to school ( I would need proof) But no one said anything. Maybe they were letting me have my privacy. I carried a pen in my pocket ( just in case)..NOTHING! When I asked mom about the paper pictures she said" On sweetheart, isn't that silly? But I did like my hair." My five minutes of fame...gone. I still thought my mom could be the next Doris Day!

The Elf on a Shelf Christmas Gown!

2010-12-13T16:18:00.005-05:00

Watch this link before you read this!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZ78McxRI6

I never think of Christmas, without thoughts of our family, "Elf on a Shelf". My Aunt Margaret had sent one, holding on to a small poitsetta, years ago. Every year we would play with it and hide it. "Where is that Elf", Dad would say. But we soon lost interest in the now mothy elf. He was starting to show wear. A burn on his back from last years hot Christmas bulb. A chewed leg from our family dog, Beaver. I think the bell on his hat was swallowed , by Beaver. " Might be the last year for Mr. Elf" , said Dad. Oh no, not the end of Mr Elf! I had to do something...Mr Elf needs a makeover! YES!!!!! I had self taught myself to use my mother's sewing machine (the begining of my career, check Bio) But had been sworn to not use it again without mom being home! Damn it to hell! Ahhhh ... tissue paper and masking tape! Yes! I was pleased with the final result.( I think Mr. Elf was a bit ,too) Mr Elf sat on a branch, in his flowing yellow tissue gown. He seemed to look like he was waiting to be asked to dance...like at a ball. When he was discovered by my mother she said, "Well doesn't HE look pretty." (I looked around the room as if I didn't know who she was addressing) The next year ,as we unwrapped the ornaments...Mr Elf had disappeared!

Thanksgiving??? What I have to be thankful for??

2010-11-26T17:26:00.000-05:00

This is my nephew and niece, Colter and Shyla. This was one of our "special days."

This is another one of our "just us days" ( right before, Colter swatted the horse and took off with me flyingbehind him)

This is another day we spent together ( before I took them on the Interstate 90 miles an hour, with their arms outside the windows, yelling and screaming with delight)

Our special day: When my niece and nephew were growing up in Montana, I would visit from Louisville,KY. This could be Christmas or summer depending on my acting schedule. My brother and sister in-law would allow me to plan a special day with Colter and Shyla. Even more fun, no supervision from Grandma Ruth, either...just us. I loved this time because they were allowed to ask me anything they wanted...and we would usually do stuff their parents would not allow. Sounds a little creepy...but was so fun and innocent. This Thanksgiving I called my brother Joe, to wish the family good will. I talked to my nephew, Colter, he said he missed the times I use to come home. And about our special day. This was one of our S- DAYS.

I picked up the kids to head out on our adventure. I was told they would want to go to the video arcade. They were NOT allowed to go to the arcade. Mom told me NOT to buy them junk to eat...we would have a lovely lunch later. "Okay, I have handled the kids before, you know!" So we got in the car... to go to the museum! ( had to tell them something) I asked them, "what do you want to do on our day?" Soon we were flying down the road to the video arcade. " Now you can't tell your parents , because they will kill me!" On a beautiful sunny day, we were in the dark germ infested arcade. We had a blast in only an hour...that cost me one hundred dollars.

"What next? Pizza it is! Not one slice but two. One to eat and one to have a food fight. Now what...lets take a spin in grandmas Thunderbird and see how fast it can go. (still trust me with your kids, grand kids?)

90 miles and hour with the windows open. "Stick your arms out and feel the wind." (I did make them wear seat belts) What a day. Now home to gag down Mom's lunch. Because if we didn't eat she would know something was not right. We laughed and gagged threw the meal. Lots of eye rolling, and elbow jabbing. Soon my sister in law, Della, would pick them up. With out a word, we were sworn to our bond of trust. Which on this Thanksgiving I found out that the kids never ...ever...told! I laughed so hard and realized...my brother had over heard. A least the kids are grown and have kids of their own. I am safe. But now they will never let me spend time with their kids. and my nephew said "When are you going to come and visit and plan a special day.. with my girls?"

Congrates to my Gal Pal Arnie Fishbaugh!!

2010-11-02T12:32:00.001-04:00

Arnie Fishbaugh is one of my best friends. This is a friend who i think I if I killed someone...she would say" You must of had a reason...what can I do to help you." She is someone who loves you... forever..no matter how crazy you may become. This is someone who fights battles, no one would want to fight. Or have the strength. Because of her effects the world truely is a better place. I am so proud to know her and her work. When you are enjoying the arts, you are probably enjoying some of her magic. She is finally getting the praise she deserves: I love you Arn , love Eps

Gary Young Award: MAC director receives national recognition
NovDec2010
The National Assembly of State Arts Agencies (NASAA) has named Arlynn (Arni) Fishbaugh, executive director of the Montana Arts Council, the recipient of its 2010 Gary Young Award. Presented on Oct. 15 during Assembly 2010, NASAA’s annual conference in Austin, TX, the award recognizes Fishbaugh's exemplary leadership, innovative thinking, and extraordinary contribution to public support for the arts at the state, regional and national levels.
Under Fishbaugh’s leadership, the Montana Arts Council’s work has become a model for the state arts agency field. She is highly regarded for developing a successful campaign to promote the public value of the arts.
Fishbaugh organized this effort around the theme of “The Three Rs: Relevance, Relationships and Return on Investment.” Through this framework, the agency effectively illustrates its public value and generates arts advocates statewide and nationally. Because of its success, this strategy has been replicated and promoted by other states, regional service organizations and NASAA.
“I look at all the people who have received this award, and I feel so honored,” says Fishbaugh. “But it’s really not me, it’s everyone – we have the board and the staff, past and present, to thank.”
“This is also very much about the arts industry in Montana – our artists, arts organizations, arts educators and arts supporters,” she adds. “Without them all, we would have never come this far.”
Fishbaugh was raised on the family wheat farm in Carter and attended Fort Benton High School, the University of Montana (B.F.A.) and UCLA (M.F.A.). Fishbaugh’s career has centered in the field of arts marketing, having held positions at the Guthrie Theatre, the Houston Grand Opera's Texas Opera Theater, the Metropolitan Opera and the National Video Corporation.
She has been a frequent speaker on arts marketing and tour marketing at colleges, universities, and state and regional arts agencies. She has served on National Endowment for the Arts panels and on the board of trustees for the Western States Arts Federation. She currently serves as vice chair of the Association of Performing Arts Presenters and is first vice president of NASAA. She recently was elected to the board of Grantmakers in the Arts.
In announcing the award, NASAA Chief Executive Officer Jonathan Katz said, “It is a distinct pleasure to honor Arni Fishbaugh with the 2010 Gary Young Award. Her extraordinary leadership at the state, regional and national levels and her tireless work to advance the field of public funding for the arts are invaluable assets not only within her agency, but to the entire state arts agency field.”
The Gary Young Award was established by the New England Foundation for the Arts to honor the memory of a man who made numerous contributions to the state arts council movement in the United States, and to provide recognition to those who carry on his tradition of leadership in this field.

Halloween: My childhood drama continues!

2010-10-28T13:15:00.000-04:00

I know you are gonna find this hard to believe...But...I was very, painfully, stuttering,..shy! (Pin drops as do jaws). This season I keep having memories of my father, Joe Epler. Dad was so kind and funny and for some reason, got stuck creating a costume..for me. (Some of you have seen my adult costumes, not shy!) We couldn't afford: well let me put it this way. Mom would let us have a store bought costume if it was discounted to a $1.00, or cracked! Home made costumes (which I agree with today) had to be the challenge! Once Dad (my first dresser) got me into our cramped bathroom. Old clothes and coffee grounds rubbed on my face...I would be a hobo! (homeless man who eats beans, cooked in a can, on the campfire) As Dad was fashioning my nap sack on a stick....I begin screaming   " I just want to be a ghost! Just put a sheet over my head...GHOST!" " But you look so cute, you will probably win a prize." Dad tryed.    Scream, cry, beg, scream again!   " Ok, lets find a sheet" Oh thank God, now I can just blend into the wall, like paint. Oh, oh, there is gonna be a problem. Mom wouldn't allow a white sheet into our JC Penney white sale home. "Well this one has small pink flowers on it and a hole already for an eye." Dad hoped.
I wasn't to sure, but my only out was Hobo Harry. Lets go Dad! Feeling safe and pretty was gonna be a problem. One ,I had no idea, could be so humiliating. As I left for the party my brother Joe said "Nice flowers Ghosty. Man you are so gonna get your candy taken from you!"   Ugh...what did he know.

Well, as far as blending into the wall...I did...as Pink flowered wallpaper! With just one eye hole. I counted the hours until my parents finally thought I had enough fun. Picked me up and drove me home. That night as I hope the humiliation would not follow my permanent record...my parents slipped out of the house. Mom dressed as a HOBO...and dad as his Gypsy girl...Rose.   Well, at least they had fun.

Check out Dad's legs! They terrorized our neighbors!

Rose the Gypsy girl of Harry Hobo!

Not every brother will attend his brother's tea party!

2010-10-18T16:51:00.000-04:00

To my brother Joe: a well lived sixty years.

What is it like to live 60 years? You see your parents grow old and your kids leave home. What is it like to have a brother who is 60 years old? It’s like having someone watch your back for 57 years. It’s like knowing someone who is a hero. My brother was my hero from the first time I could recognize him.

Everything he did was amazing. I use to hang after him: until he just couldn’t take it anymore. I use to sit in an orange chintz chair, waiting for him. He would arrive, jump off his red bike, and run in the house. I marveled at his school papers and books. I wanted to ride a bike and wear a white sailor hat.

We spent Saturday morning playing in our shared bedroom. We would laugh sometimes until we almost pied our pants. Once he locked me in our cellar and another time I tried to hang him in our closet. Once he built a fort over my sand box. He tricked me to walk threw the door. Not knowing he had dug out the sand. I laughed so hard when he out ran our mom, from a spanking. I only wanted to be a Cub Scout, because he was a Cub Scout. When we moved, he was there to watch me at the new school grounds. Once he seemed to fly out of no where, and beat up a guy picking on me. I thought he had super powers. He could build clubhouses, race cars from old lawn mower wheels. Once he appeared on a race horse at Chuck Wagon Days.

My hero didn’t wear a cape, but I wasn’t sure he couldn’t fly.

The saddest day of my life, my hero held my hand, looked me in the eye, and gave me courage. We were different that day. I thought he would not have time to be my hero, anymore.

In high school and college we didn’t spend as much time together. But strangely, I felt safe. Something was still protecting me. Did my hero have super human powers? Why was everyone scared to bully me, or hurt me? He was still watching my back.

I don’t think a hero is someone with super powers. I think it is someone who isn’t afraid to do what is best and not the easiest. I think my brother has always done the right thing. He has stood by his children, until they were complete, safe, and flown to nest. He took care of our mother like a tiger defending a fresh kill. This is so natural for him to behave this way. He seems to marvel in the simple things in life, not all the trappings. Content to paddle on the river. Or bird hunt with his dog, at sunrise. Bounce his grandchildren on his long legs. Do they know he will protect them with his life? They will soon realize he is a hero, too.

What would I want to be when I am 60 years old? I would want to be a hero …like my brother Joe.

St James Court Art Fair

2010-10-04T19:00:00.000-04:00

Watch this video of me and Rick going to set up for the fair. Our friend Jane Benner thinks we should be called the " Art Fair Pickers". Ok I still want that show...just thirty minutes every week! We seem so optimstic, as we are for every show. Because you never know.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_V1U7g7H4ac

Here are some pics of the show: Not the greatest show. But we see so many of our friends! That is the best!

St James Art Fair

2010-09-22T15:59:00.003-04:00

This is the first art fair I ever attended. I had just moved to Louisville(1978), and was working for Louisville Children's Theatre. Shortly after that dreadfull experience I worked for The Blue Apple Players( for ten fun packed years) The fair was just St James Court (three other sreets now). I remember a seasoned character actor Ray Frey was working the beer booth. It was mostly a social gathering with maybe 40 booths. Not the huge almost moster it is today. Its funny I never thought of myself doing this classic art show, back then. Funny how time and things can change. Now in my third year. Both Rick and I do this show. They put us together. We will be at Hill and Belgravia Ct..next to the Pink Mansion. Hope to see you all there!

Here is a video of us last year!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sgyNAFtP48A

My Pal "Buddy Boy"

2010-09-12T15:54:00.002-04:00

I haven't made a post about my new Beagle puppy. I wrote about getting this incredible creature at the Louisville Animal Control. One month and two weeks later I have this to report. I love this dog! I don't know if it is possible to give human qualities to animals. But this dog has a kindness and gentleness I have never known. The first weeks he was terrible and aggressive, and abusive to our senior dog, Queenie. So poor Buddy has been in puppy boot camp for a month. Now he still gets into everything... but is so happy and contented. He makes me laugh all the time. He is a clown dog. It is so hard to discipline him, because he can always make you laugh. But now he is so protective of our Queenie. Looks out for her. Gets her and brings her to the door. He trys to make her play...sooooo bad. She won't play (15 years old) but is very intrigued with this small little clown! He has brought her back to life....or given her a better life. I find myself watching this dog sleep. These pictures were taken on Sunday...we were reading the paper. Buddy has ripped open another chew toy. To get the squeaker out. It has fallen under Queenie...he is so carefully trying to get if from her...not to wake her!

The Penrod Art Show- Indianapolis

2010-09-08T12:39:00.003-04:00

Me and Rick are doing this fair. This week end in Indianapolis. Should be fun. We haven't done a show together for a year. Which means...we will fight about how to load the truck. And that I take to long to set up!!!! Still together after all those martinis
http://www.penrod.org/arts-fair/2010-fair

To all the "Aunt Agnes of the World"

2010-08-18T13:40:00.004-04:00

I created "The Bather" for my friend Dan. Dan falls into the category of patron. He has commissioned and bought several of my large pieces. The "Bather" was not one of my favorites, but still it was a challenge. As the piece can together I kept thinking about my mother's sister-in-law. It always seemed that none of my aunt's and my mom, like this woman. Well... she could talk the paint off a wall! She always said we were her favorite nephews and nieces( who was first with her). Offer an under cooked molasses cookie with unsweetened Koolaid. Did she love me or love to torment us? I looked at he finished sculpture and there was "Aunt Agnes". This is her story:

"We all have one. She sunbathes with olive oil and drinks Hamm's beer. Mine arrived at the picnic with the required 2 dishes covered in aluminum foil. (she took the foil home to add to Uncle Harold's ever-growing ball in the backyard) "I brought salad and dessert-don't worry there's plenty for everyone!", she would exclaim. As her sisters-in-law rolled their eyes, the dishes would reveal 2 bowls of Jell-O, one red and one green. Yes, the lime one was the salad and the cherry was for dessert. Do not attempt to eat dessert until you eat your salad- I know, as when my hand reached for the spoon of red instead of green, I received a quick smack on the hand. The cherry Jell-O had that mystery mayonnaise topping that we all loved. Along with the dishes was the jug of Kool-Aid, unsweetened, and we all wondered if that was on purpose. "All this for my favorite nieces and nephews!"
We adored her."

Buddy Boy

2010-07-16T13:24:00.002-04:00

" I am waiting for a Beagle, named Buddy Boy. I worried all week about taking this dog into our home. Will he chew, pee, poop, fight, get sick, destroy..our house and stuff? I had lost an earlier adoption last week ( that was handled poorly) and was a little shaky about taking another dog soul into my heart. That dog was named, Buddy. So I finally reasoned so many dogs need homes (please adopt!) So I visited the Louisville Shelter on Wednesday. It is an experience that is so painful anyway. So many frightened and bewildered animals. They audition all day to be taken hopefully to a good home. (ugh auditions) There they were, three beagle brothers: Harold, Henry, and Huey. All different markings and personalities. They had been rescued from a puppy mill, and their necks were still strained from ill fitting collars. Which one? All three? That would make four dogs in my home. No! I like Huey the best: smaller, but classic. We played, he made me laugh. I took pictures. I left saying I would be back. Did we bond, not really. All nite I worried I was making a mistake. Studied up on Beagles and felt they were to much for my structured world. The next morning I didn't feel any better. But I felt I couldn't let the little guy down. I said "I would be back." I filled out the adoption application and drove to the shelter. Still a little nervous, I walked into the shelter. They weren't sure which one I wanted so we went back into the kennel. The two brother beagles ran out and checked me out. Where was Huey? My heart sunk. "Buddy, hey Buddy", I yelled. Running out the door, with ears flying in the wind, came...my Buddy Boy. He recognized me, and pushed his nose through the fence. "I came back Buddy, you are going home".
I am waiting to pick Buddy Boy up at 3:30. My life will never be the same. This creature will make me cry, love, angry, laugh, and a happier person. Hope he likes being called....Buddy Boy!

Best Friends and Dogs.

2010-07-08T10:51:00.003-04:00

We all have a best friend and family dog. And never do they prove themselves, more, than in summer. My best friend was Craig Joslin, and my best dog was named Beaver.
If you play the "what would your drag name be game", I would be drag performer
"Beaver Wilder". (Drag name: family pet, plus street you lived on)
Craig and I first became friends thru a planned "friend date" our mother's set up from church. I was painfully shy in those days(pin drops) Craig was much more outgoing and his family owned the coolest furniture store in town (we would later learn we both loved to pose as models in their show windows) We met,had lunch: our dogs met ,peed, an soon all were best chums.
I can remember thinking they lived a lifestyle that would be attractive to me. Travel, business owner, and a really cool modern home. Craig matched my creative personality, too. Our first day together, rather than help his Dad mow the grass;
we took the clippings and formed large bird nests. Sat in them, layed our eggs and forced our dogs to be our chicks. Craig would be the first friend to call me to meet and hang out, with our dogs. I look at this picture and can remember that feeling of knowing someone would be your best friend.
Time passes and changes. You grow apart. Craig was there when Beaver was hit by a car, chasing another dog. He cryed with me then and when my father died. High school and college and time passes. You lose that feeling, you discover new best friends.
Craig and I found each other, years later. Nothing had changed. We felt the same way. Knew we had shared a very special time in both our lives. I think we both felt full of hope and youth again.
When I received this picture from Craig's sister, Gayle, I knew Craig was gone. I had somehow sensed it. I looked at this picture, and laughed, then cryed. That summer day we made more than grass bird nests.

"Our summers at Flathead Lake."

2010-06-27T11:21:00.005-04:00

I am the only one wearing a life jacket. Its was red (favorite color). It fell off the railing and sunk to the bottom. That's how my parents knew I could swim!

The slide was so rusty, we almost didn't...slide down! I am wearing my first Speedo!

I wanted to ride Donald!

Our big summer vacation was to go to Flathead Lake, Montana. Not a lush, glamorous resort, but a camp owned and run by the Order of Elks. Dad being a Elk brother, as was most of Montana Veterans, we got a discount. It was a prime piece of lakefront property( Now gone and plush condos, my dream). We would stay in one of the rustic cabins ( no bathroom, bath houses...not that kind) At night you had to take a flash light and a roll of paper with you. Of course everyone passing would know you weren't taking a late nite stroll (I could have died)
The week long vacation was a blast. Sometimes family would join us, or friends of my parents. One summer I was thrilled to arrive; knowing that in my suitcase was a beach jacket and matching towel. Mom had made me and my brother Joe each a set. Joe disposed of the jacket. Not me, upon arriving I raced down to the beach, modeling my attire. I could feel everyone's eyes burning into me. (can you believe someone didn't dunk me ). That was ,also, the drama year, when I lost the agate stone out of my new ring. In the middle of the lake (beach and dock full of people) I screamed " MY RING! MY RING! ( my voice hadn't changed yet) My parents who had been drinking beer all day yelled, " Dive for it, honey!" and threw me a mask.
This was the cabin (#5) that while my brother and I slept, a bat flew into the room. First my parents thought they would just let it hang from the ceiling. Hoping in the morning it would fly out the open, not screened window. (Well, they had been drinking beer all day, cut them some slack!) Anyway, Dad finally thought they should get it out. Mom as back up( towel on her head), Dad goes for the bat with a long handle broom. Swat, swat, the bat flies; Mom screams and runs into the other room. Dad swatting like crazy. We wake up screaming and Mom yells "BOYS RUN!". We all run and crash into a pile in the room!.......Bat flies out the window. We were sworn to secrecy, not to repeat the tale.
I remember that summer every time summer rolls around. Being with family, friends and sometimes a bat.

Father's Day

2010-06-20T13:01:00.003-04:00

This was used for a farm implement advertisement.

Dad and my brother Joe Jr.

Dad's frame of mind after New Year's Eve

Dad loved to fish...I loved to collect drift wood for my room!

Our last family trip to Knott's Berry farm

I think that being a father requires a lot of courage and guts! Beyond the sacrifice, it is such a huge responsibility. I have always felt that I am to selfish to have children. Well, I do require alot of attention (4 year old child!) and would resent not getting my share. So to all the Dad's who took the job straight on, you deserve this day. My family has two great Dad's...my Dad and my brother Joe. We lost Dad so young sometimes it is hard to remember him. My brother Joe is one of those super dad's. Worked and provided strength and security to both his children, Colter and Shyla. Endless love and strong tough strength. When things got tough, he never gave up on his family. Duty mixed with love that he would always be there for them. I am proud of my brother, who never asks for anything. But gives so much. My dad would have been so very proud of him. Two great dads. Happy Father's day.

My life as an actor!

2010-06-16T18:05:00.002-04:00

This is a shot from when I was acting! Yes, I was a professional actor. This is sometime in the seventies. I was playing "Mr. Arnold J. Wolvey, a broken down hack of a vaudeville comic. I traveled with my side kick " Mr. Moley". We terrorised all of storybook land. Killing everyone in own path, with corny jokes and miserable routines. I had more fun doing this role than any of my achievements with the National Shakespeare Company. Perhaps I have always been an entertainer. I love to make people laugh and have a good time. From the first time I slayed my family with " peanut on a railroad track". I was like Tinkerbell...I had to have applause to live!

My dear friend Fred Foster

2010-06-09T21:55:00.004-04:00

I have been blessed with so many wonderful, brilliant, funny, and stunning people. My life is richer every time I do a show. There is always someone, new, who cracks my (weird) wall. And we become friends. As I grow into my age (older) I love reconnecting with friends who knew me when I was such a wild young goose! So many of you think I am crazy thru experience! Well...yes and thru association! You know who you are.... I had an incredible show in Vegas this week. The show that says."Yes, you are the new hot thing! Yes, you have a product! Yes, you are right!"( I rarely question that !. But the best...was seeing and validating my friendship with my dear friend Fred. We were flatmates in Louisville, in the seventies. We had scored an incredible showplace apartment in the desirable Cherokee Road area. OMG..$200.00 a month. all utilities included! It was a Rock Hudson pad! ( get my message) Not a chick magnet. But it rhyme's! We had more action than an entire barrel of monkey bartenders!

We went out and worked our magic (we do a show together that can't be matched) Dinner alone was three hours long. Then back to the luxury suite at the Aria! I feel asleep laughing and choffing on the beautiful linens! The next day we made small talk and rehashed our evening. Just like so many years ago..... I couldn't help but look into the face of this man, who was so dear to me. I thanked my stars that he would be back in my life again! He had influenced me in so many ways and gave me strengths that I still have today. Some I had forgotten. But he made me remember!

Memorial weekend!

2010-05-28T13:51:00.004-04:00

I always think of my dad ,Joe Epler, on this week end. We would go to Harlem,MT and pick lilacs for the family graves. Me and Dad would search for coffee cans to hold the bouquet's. When we got to the cemetery, we would place flowers on all the family graves. Mostly people I didn't know. Dad would place tributes on some of his buddies graves as well. I asked him why he did that. " Because they served their country, and should not be forgotten." My dad served in the Philippine Islands. He made three landings...into the line of fire. My great aunt said that when he returned, all he wanted was crisp green lettuce from her garden. He never spoke of the war...ever. Here 's to the brave guys and women who serve our country!

Joseph Epler Staff Sergent

This picture always breaks my heart...they were so far from the homes.

Hanging out in the fox holes...the real deal....bless them all.

Getting ready to drive to Las Vegas!

2010-05-27T16:09:00.002-04:00

I have never liked to travel. When I was a child we would drive thru horrible snow storms to get to my grandparents. White out storms that only my Dad could get us threw. Sometimes we would spend the night at some local small town bar. Chips and Slim Jim's would be dinner or maybe something the bar owner's wife would cook, on the grill. I would usually entertain the old drunks with " Peanut on a Railroad Track". I would willingly be paid in wax tubes filled with colored sugar water. (I would be the last one singing and standing at the end of the nite) In the morning we would dig out the car and follow the ruts to town. I always think something awful is going to happen. The car will overheat in the middle of, well...Rittsville, North Dakota. I will spend four days of redneck hell in a cement block motel called the RaBan. Named for owners Ray and Bernice...you finger it out! You are taken so far out of you comfort zone, only being referred to as " You guys" by everyone! (population 58) I try to forget those memories and start fresh every time I hit the rode. Because it can also, be so f..king great. And you can meet greatest people. USA man , you got ta love it!

Sedona Sunset

Dog waiting for his master and best friend

Tall cowboy Poised with some of my cowboys in Sedona Art Festival. I could hardly breath!!!

"The Mermaid"

2010-05-21T16:20:00.003-04:00

Thinking of adding this piece into my collection. Who knows maybe a Merman ,too. (not Ethel Mermen!)

"Kitty What A' Mule"...yes a beauty makeover!

2010-05-17T15:35:00.001-04:00

Yes ,Kitty is still breaking into my home and filming her self help show!! Check her beauty makeover segment....before lunch!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CjgHTLGiAvY

Happy Birthday to my best Galpal Robbie

2010-05-14T10:38:00.004-04:00

Happy Birthday Galpal Robbie: Check the pic out of Robbie picking up this hot guy at our disco party..(its really her husband Sam). What is a galpal? You know you have a true galpal, when they call you up on their birthday and say, " Lets get pedicures today!" When you say no, they say " Are you gay or not gay?" ( I thought about it, but had to work all day). My galpal has a degree in medicine from the Granny Clampet (Buggtussel U). She performs eye surgeries (removal of a skin tick) but thank God sterilizes her toe clippers in alcohol first ( whewww).
She has a sharp sense of style: Once she would not buy a dress to wear to a wedding. She had one dress and updated it by attaching a large chunk of fabric to the back. On asking " Do you like this?" I had to say," yes if you are planning to stand against a wall all evening!" But she did spray paint her shoes to match the frock. ( Which we have just found out that her mother does the same thing...the apple doesn't...) The eye surgery, by the way, was done the nite before her birthday dinner with an old boyfriend. (pin drop) Now... most of us...before meeting up with an old boyfriend don't eat for a month...my true galpal...plans to show up with an eye patch and a parrot on her shoulder. "Have you met my Gaypal Pirate!
What is a galpal? They call you up and make your day. They encourage to challage yourself. Only a true galpal can make you laugh at yourself. True galpal makes you pee your pants!
They are with you thru good times and the worst of times. You arrive at their house at 3 in the morning and say, "I killed him!" they say "Are you alright..have a cookie".
Mostly...your life is so much richer for knowing them. As is mine for having my galpal...Robbie!

Galpal Robbie giving directions: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-oz5C8Ytq0w

Happy Mothers Day Mom

2010-05-09T09:44:00.002-04:00

Today we celebrate the life of my mother, Ruth Hopstad Epler Van Koten, my best friend. Mom would love this great gathering of family and friends. She would say, “Are you going to stay?”
Forty two years ago, we went to my father’s funeral. Mom held on to our hands and told us that we had to be men, Joe was fourteen and I was twelve. She never let go of our hands until this Tuesday. Mom’s hands were beautiful, long fingers with dazzling red lacquered nails. Always groomed... If you knew Mom, you knew those nails. My cousin Pam told me she and her sister Janis, when they were little, were mesmerized by Mom. They used to pretend they were Aunt Ruthy: They would color their nails with a red crayon and then use the crayon as a cigarette.
Those same hands could rub our heads in fever or crack the back of our heads if we misbehaved. They were the hands that would applaud and cheer us at plays, ballgames, track meets and rodeos. They were the hands that could write a perfect row of numbers and could dig the ground for a night crawler for Dad’s fishing hook.
Mom was from the community of Badger, outside Glasgow, MT. She was the daughter of Norwegian Homesteaders, Peter and Petra Hopstad. She had seven brothers and sisters. They all survived the Great Depression, yet Mom never dwelled on hardship of those years. When we were little she would tell us magic stories of life on the farm: school picnics, country fairs. Tales of the family: Uncle Harold’s stick horse rodeos, the outhouse playhouse, Peter Pan’s tragic fate (Aunt Thelma’s favorite), the yellow butterfly dress, the Old Maids from New York, and Grandma’s kindness to anyone passing through. These were the years that shaped Mom’s character. From her mother she learned strength, kindness, and devotion to family.
How did the farm girl, tallest cheerleader; the Normont Dairy cream tester, become this striking, leggy, gutsy blonde with the dazzling smile and flashy nails? My brother Joe once said that Mom created herself. She did it all on her own. She fought her way; she fought her way until the very end of her life.
When my Dad died, our world ended, but not for Mom. She always had such solid inner strength; it just wasn’t in her nature to quit fighting. She returned to work for three of the most demanding doctors in the state of Montana. Jack Burgess said, “Your Mom is the only one who could ever make us listen!” To the end, Mom took great pride stating, “I was the office manager for Burgess, Bosler and Little.
Mom belonged to one bridge club for 30 years. They were eight women who had the only brilliant children in Helena. Mom would say, “I’m glad that my kids are average students who like to raise a little hell.” Mom told me that we could do anything we wanted, if we worked hard. We lived in a great world. We would go to college, because that had been my parent’s dream. Mom herself had always wanted to go to college and be a writer. She believed-like her own mother-education could give you a future. We were always the most talented and gifted in her eyes. Mom supported so many of our adventures; she would always say, “Here, it’s not a lot, it’s just a little seed money.”
Mom believed in family and loved us unconditionally. When Mom loved you, you became family, as our friends can tell you. She never stopped believing in any of us, yet she loved her grandchildren more than anything. They gave her such great joy and she was so proud of them. When they were sick she worried and cared for them. She taught them so many things. When Colter had an accident and troubles later, she never stopped loving him or believing in his abilities to be a strong and good person. I feel she is still looking over him and always will. She loved Shyla’s sense of kindness to others and fair play. She said “She will go far, never the easy way, but will do good things.”
　
Mom was our family. Our light, our laughter, our strength. She will be in our hearts forever.
I believe somewhere there’s a dance floor, with a big band playing. A vodka tonic is ordered and a Salem is lit. A laugh floats across the room. The woman is young and beautiful. Everyone is talking about her long red lacquered finger nails. She waves to someone with her hand. They began to dance. They are in love. Here’s to you, Mom.

Derby rain poncho...my idea first!

2010-05-06T13:08:00.003-04:00

I know I sound like a big whiner..but it was my idea first. I told you all about the drum liner rain poncho in my "Kent packs the truck video." Now this girl is taking all the credit. Once again an artist is ripped off... their ideas stolen. Wait maybe I saw the idea on a Kitty Show. "Kitty's new things for trash bags..#345" Well...she looks better than I did in the bag. Come to think about it...I was in the bag derby nite...Yikes.... Here is my version of the rain poncho>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2YUj8JZMzU

"Madame Seurat"

2010-05-03T15:25:00.004-04:00

"Madame Seurat" new piece for the Vegas show! I always show a traditional style character, with more costume. I love doing the wild women more... (because they are more like my gal pals)

Kitty and Kent at winners circle, Kentucky Derby

2010-05-03T15:12:00.003-04:00

" I knew it would be a crazy Derby this year, because Kitty What A'Mule was everywhere. Kitty even got a interview with Calvin Borel. I had no idea Kitty could ride as well, as she ...well check out the pic! I even got myself to the winners circle ( security was called, and we were removed!)
In fact we were asked to never enter Churchill Downs...ever again!

Kitty gets an interview with Calvin Borel ( He lives in Louisville, he put out a restraining order on Kitty and me)

(Before I was removed by sercurity)

Cherokee Triangle Art Show

2010-04-27T14:16:00.002-04:00

Our first show of the season> Rick tryed Cherokee Triangle Art show. This is a thirty-eight year old show, with a history of RAIN. It poured all week end. But I stayed home and cooked dinner for some artists doing the show and staying with us! We had a blast at dinner telling stories about our various removal of squirrels. My friend Ruby said she had a squirrel that rings her door bell. Well, I had to be medicated after that remark. ( I want to dress up as a squirrel and scare the shit out of her) So the season starts...no more rain!

Rick's old boss from Missoula, MT Barry Olsen was in town, and can to the show to see Rick!

Cloudy and wet and cold...UGH! But there is a VIDEO!!!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-WDYR2SwkAw

Happy Kentucky Derby from "Kitty What A' Mule"

2010-04-27T13:56:00.005-04:00

A big Kentucky Derby" Hello" To all my fans and friends. I will be staying in the lavish accommodations of The Laughing Boy. I will be the guests of Fiber Sculptor Kent Epler and his adorable home mate Rick Milburn. We will be so busy this week so please don't keep calling, to ask if I am available. I am to famous to talk or visit with you. Have a mint julep and think of me!

Its off to the track. See you (mostly not) at millionaires row. Oh...its the call to the post...ta.ta...

Oh here is a treat..a video of me, Kitty...enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=38hKyJzD8X0

"Summer Love", the hippie girl.

2010-04-20T17:56:00.002-04:00

June 16, 1967- Right in the middle of the "Summer of Love": Hundreds of thousands of the idealistic young-at-heart descend on their capital cities to protest against the Vietnam War, US Civil Rights, South African Apartheid, materialism, competition, corruption and all the other sins of their fathers. And when not standing up for justice, the Hippies make love, get high or both.
Beatle Paul McCartney admits taking LSD in an interview with Time magazine.
The Monterey Pop Festival begins, and during it... Summer Love is conceived, in response to her "Flower-power" parents rebelling against THE MAN. She now carries on the cause, trying to reunite her parents' friends in a new Global Summer of Love, while working at City Lights bookstore and trying to make sense of LSD-induced poems her parents left her.

August 15, 1969-Woodstock-Hippie Guy

2010-04-17T16:30:00.005-04:00

Robbie Levitan-Helena, Montana: "Life Magazine" tells of all the troubles from the Woodstock Rock Concert of peace. Robbie is the guy on the right. He is my inspiration for my "Hippie Guy".

"When we heard about Woodstock, Robbie (the quiet high school nerd) said, "Let's go!" It was going to happen at the other end of the universe-upstate New York. The moon would have been as close in our 16-year-old minds. Helena, Montana was at the end of the world and our parents would never allow us to travel in Robbie's yellow Volkswagon. He said to us "Dumb Jerks! There will never be another chance like this!" and left. When he arrived home he was hailed as a hero; then quiet nerd Robbie appeared in Life Magazine. There he was: standing in the rain next to the guy in the sleeping bag. A year later he got a great apartment that we painted psychedelic and that apartment became the hub of all our activity. Poetry, music, exploring our minds in ways we never expected (or will now admit) in small town USA, a phenomenon probably very common in that time and place. He was totally changed and he changed us for the better. "

Cowboys heading for Vegas!

2010-04-08T11:20:00.005-04:00

When I was a kid we use to travel to Harlem Montana, for "Chuck Wagon Days." My dad was raised in Harlem, Mt. My Grandfather, J.W Epler owned a ranch and general store. We would travel from Great Falls Montana (city kids) to the event. On arrival we were to go and get rigged up in cowboy drag. Acme tooled boots, H-bar pearl button shirts, wrangler jeans, beaded belts from the reservation. We were real cowboys. I remember the year we had a big float (back of the hay truck). All my cousins, my brother and me...huddled around a campfire. Get this ...a real campfire! Thank God we passed the firehouse before we burned up alive! ( there was no child protection services in those days) So it is with this fondness I create these city cowboys!

Slide Show of Cowboys:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gjyn6-oPmyU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=REJjJD2jK9Q&feature=channel

Acre Las Vegas Show!

2010-04-06T17:36:00.001-04:00

Love the Acre folks. They used an image of mine for their show two years ago! We walked into the exibit hall: all over was an image of "Miz Paparazi". This year it will be "Dede Cup'Cake" filling the halls! (Photo: Chris Autio)

2010-04-05T17:00:00.001-04:00

"As a kid (and adult-reruns) I never missed "Bewitched" tv show. Not the crappy movie. But never did I think that I would turn into the crazy neighbor...like Gladys! Life in Silver Hills is alittle like Mockingbird Circle...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUcD8UCD__A

Kitty What A'Mule interviews Kent at the Laughing Boy Studio

2010-03-31T17:42:00.003-04:00

Ok...Oh my..what the f....! Ok get your head into a safe place...Guard your sanity. Kitty is here!!!~ Yes Kitty What A'Mule is visiting the Laughing Boy Studio. Kitty is usually only in my Blog...but today she is out of the box and full size! Watch if you dare... But remember.. I won't pay or be responsible for yo...ur therapy! Here's Kitty!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KniJ-CoICCQ

Why do artist's have to pay taxes???

2010-03-29T16:14:00.002-04:00

Below is "Kent Books", my complicated tax filing system. First, no more pesky time on the computer, with difficult software. Yeah, a trip to Big Lots!!! Go immediately to the organizing area and buy two shoe door hanging organizers. Fly home and mount them ...Where ever! Label each one: Food, lodging, material, thrifts, antique malls, Jo Ann's, Michaels...you get the picture. All your receipts fit in the slots.. Brilliant....until its time to file your return! I have been doing this for years.... Once I was audited, and they broke down and bagged me to get a bookkeeper! Wimps
Check the table out....ugh. Don't call me all week...for your own safety...Yikes

2010-03-25T12:53:00.001-04:00

If you are in town this Friday. It is Trolly Hop 5-9ish along the Galleries downtown. I have a new show at Gallery Janjobe. It is called "Creatures" ,and I am showing "Mothra." Its is located in The Mellwood Art Center, on Mellwood Avenue, Louisville,KY. I also, show my usual crazy work. Galpal Robbie Moriarty has a great store in the center,too. She is the Derby Jewelry Head quarters! Hope to see you there.

Shotsy Gamble

2010-03-17T15:47:00.005-04:00

"Shotsy Gamble is one of my "Pin Up Want A Be Girls". Love all those naughty shots, by Varga.
Shotsy is suffering from a hot summer night.
""Oooh this hot summer has got me down again, Fry an egg on the street Heatwaves awigglin' on the sidewalk, Cops are droppin like flies on the beat, I need a new lover to take me in, Protect me from this humid air, Be you from brooklyn, staten island or queens, I don't care ....It don't matter kinda lovin' you're into, Or how big your apartment might be, All you need's an air conditioner, And you're the man for me. "

SLIDE SHOW: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bT5BdxGNY14

"Guard Origami"

2010-03-13T14:07:00.003-05:00

"Guard Origami". I created this piece with my fascination of origami folds. This piece is formed with folds of the: cat,bat,fox,frog,and fish. This piece is going to Vegas! But for this month you casn see it at "Gallery Janjobe, in Mellwood Art Center, Louisville, KY http://galleryjanjobe.com/

SLIDE SHOW:Guard Origami.wmv

Old High School Pal

2010-03-13T12:41:00.004-05:00

Kite shop in Malaysia

These are some amazing pics from an old pal of mine...from high school.. Duke Snyder. Duke and I had the two best party houses in Helena. MT. Oh course our parents never knew it! We explored many things in those days... mind altering..changing. Now he is exploring the world. Totally cool Duke!

The Kentucky Market

2010-03-08T12:28:00.005-05:00

Rick Milburn purchased of piece from Artist Emily Allison

Jamison Brumm and Theresa Kirby have grown into the best of hair-raising friends

Rick Milburn and Deb Chenault are about to dance!

The Kentucky Market was in town this week. I can't do this show because they have a rule that you have to be a resident of Kentucky... You know how well I handle rules. So the best is to see and buy great art. The very best is to hang with artist buds. We usually have a gathering at my GalPal Robbie Moriarty's artist home. There is always a great meal. You may not know this but Robbie is known for her excellance in ordering takeout. But her table setting is always superb. Two double Martha Stewart snaps!

My Mom was a hat model!

2010-03-05T15:47:00.004-05:00

I couldn't stop thinking about my Mom today. Maybe because the sun finally showed its face. The picture below was taken in Canada, during my parents honeymoon. Mom had worked at J.C Penney as their office manager, in Glasgow,MT. As long as I can remember Mom never wore pig tails. She always had Doris Day short hair, or as Mom would say, "Hat Hair." Mom had done style shows for local Dept stores. She worked for hats, literally. They paid the woman in hats! Mom LOVED hats. I can remember toting boxes and boxes to the trash...when they grew out of style ....the seventies! Mom was stylish...always. When Mom struggled with Alzheimer's, it was so painful to see her little by little lose her style. When I moved to Montana I was able to spend precious time with Mom. This is one day (see video below) I brought all these wild hats made of neck ties. I had about thirty hats. Each one is tested and discarded. I watched her as I had so many times as a child. Mom getting ready to go out for lunch, dinner, church....with style.

Motra Creature forn the black dark side of my mind!

2010-03-05T15:32:00.004-05:00

"Gallery Janjobe Features Creatures!" Gallery show opens March 26 on Trolley Hop nite.I am usually putting together my submission the nite before, but this time I am ready. Oh my God it's "Motra" IIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Squash, Splat.....UGH (Janjobe Gallery Mellwood Art Center, Louisville, KY. http://galleryjanjobe.com/

I have discovered flex gas supply lines!

Can you find the egg she is willing to smash a city to save?

My friend Dan asked if her tall is a fishing bobber...Yes!

Puss the Party Girl

2010-03-05T15:23:00.006-05:00

Just sent off my first order from The Buyers Market Of American Craft, in Philadelphia. Puss is traveling to one of my Fav, Fav, Fav, Galleries, in Baltimore. I love all my galleries, but ZYZYX is the first gallery...who really gets me. And they sell the hell out of my work. Thanks to Hilly Greenstein, Steve Blumberg, and everyone at ZYZYX ! Update: Puss is the first to have shipping problems. All though it was amusing. I opened the box it looked like a Party rocked the place! So even when my bad girl"Puss " travels....she is a party! You can see this piece in Gallery Janjobe, in the Mellwood Art Center, Louisville, KY http://galleryjanjobe.com/

SLIDE SHOW: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LY2nOwBamJU

My Great Great Grand Parents!!

2010-02-28T17:33:00.003-05:00

My Grandmother Epler, always told me these were my Great Grandparents. So imagine my surprise when I found there portraits in a DAV thrift store. OMG...how could our relatives let these treasures get away from the family. And how did they get to Louisville...from Harlem, MT? Was nothing sacred? Hummmm. They appear to be printed on cardboard. Had they been reproduced, with out my ancestors permission? Ding Dong...is anyone home? Grandma lied to you! I even though my Grandma Natie looked like the woman. But this is woman who use to give treats from the cellar...rock candy! And it looked like real river pebbles. Scared the shit out me. "Who wants a piece of candy?" Candy...rocks! Looking back I wonder maybe I just got on her nerves....

Mom's Falsies and a mothers nightmare!

2010-02-26T12:34:00.004-05:00

My sister-in-law, Della Epler, busted me on this story. A story not allowed to be repeated. My mom almost ran away from home after this happened.
Flashback: Cue the smell of burning cinnamon rolls in the new GE electric wall oven. " Mom, mom...smoke... mom!" When the smoke cleared...mom just starred into the open oven door shaking her head...I think maybe a tear in her eye, as well. But that could have been from the smoke. " Don't you say anything about this!" she shut the oven door, hiding the charred rolls. "The minister will be here in two hours, and you are to say nothing about me burning those damn rolls! " You got that?" We agreed shaking our heads like to bobble heads. " Now, march off and get ready. When you are dressed, stay in your room and don't make a sound till I call you. You got that?" (bobbleheading all the way to our room) My brother Joe and I had spent many an evening entertaining ourselves, in the bedroom we shared. I almost hung him from a nose we wrapped around our closet pole. We were playing old time western something....I got bored.. so I kicked out the milking stool....my parents had to cut him down! So you can imagine how dangerous it is for either one of us to be left alone....for long. (Dad has arrived, comforted Mom...all will be fine) DING DONG (fifties door bell) Oh oh.
"Paster Larson, would you like some coffee and perhaps an oatmeal rock?" (remember the rolls burned) "Thank you Ruth, I thought perhaps I could smell your famous cinnamon rolls." (Mom thinks," Damn it..quick cue the kids) " Oh boys, Paster Larsen is here".
Poor Mom. While Paster Larsen was sniffing out the charred rolls, my brother Joe was showing me something. I had only seen....every time we were alone in the house. Mom's falsies! If you have seen " Mad Men" you know what I am talking about...falsies. Torpedo's in a Maidenform bra! There the were, made of foam with a nipple on the top. " Its a hat", Joe said. " Put it on your head". Even then I couldn't resist wearing a costume. "Oh boys, come into the living room...now." Mom called again. Poor mom.
I felt like it was my big chance to win the Paster over. Perhaps a larger role in this years Christmas Pageant. Joe is behind me , pushing me into the room. "Weeeeeee!"
Here is the scene: No one, I mean NO ONE can catch me. I am running around the room with mom's falsie on top of my head. I am laughing my ass off. My brother is wetting his pants. My dad is trying to catch a greased pig...and laughing. Mom just stood in the room ...numb. I don't remember who grabbed IT off my head. But you can bet is wasn't Paster Larsen. Poor Mom.
And every Sunday when Paster Larsen gave his sermon. You know he looked into his congregation and saw mom. And wondered....hummmm.
When things settled down and mom was saying" I should have had girls!" The conversation got a little strained and awkward. " Don't ask for any cinnamon rolls" my brother Joe announced.
"Yeah, burned up in the oven." I said thinking it would move things along. Poor Mom. After that nite we were sometimes nervous to be left alone in mom's care.....I should have had girls!

The perfect 50"s family,"waiting for the tv to warm up...and watch Lucy!

My Classy Mom and Her first born, my brother Joe...seems sweet doesn't he?

We were often dressed as twins??? Three years difference in our ages? Our first and only horse! We rode it so much that Dad had to keep it together with upolstery tacks. Which make for a rough ride. Joe is probably getting ready to pull back on the springs...and releasing it ...springing me into the next room...on my head!

The Pig Family Goes on a Vacation

2010-02-25T17:39:00.003-05:00

I know it seems like all work and no play. But once in a blue moon we take a little time off , and go to the lake. This is Rick's family lake cottage, on Lake Chapman Indiana. But the best is when all the family ( Ricks has a large family) travel to the lake. We eat, eat, eat, eat...We drink, drink, drink,drink and then we drink. No one ever leaves or drives...well just the boats. One year Rick and I brought our famous pig head, to liven things up. (Flash back: I woke up one morning to find Rick in the pig head asking me if I wanted breakfast. Scared the shit out of me)
Rick's family is sort of shy, so it took some (beer) time to get folks to try the pig head. Here is the vacation of the pigs. Ahhhhhh family!

That's all folks! (me)

Rick as Water ballet Pig!

Ann I think!!

Cousin Barb wearing the pig head, after recovering for a trama...we felt pig therapy was best!

David after to many beers...pig hang over for sure!

Old Post Cards of Silver Hills (my new haunt)

2010-02-25T13:45:00.006-05:00

These are some pics and postcards for "Beautiful Silver Hills" (tired of me saying that yet?) As you know we love it! We are eyeing homes up here, so all our friends can live here, too. Lucy and Ricky, Fred and Ethel syndrome. Or geaser village! Did you know that at our first "Oscar" party Rick went as Ethel....so cute you can guess who I was...Ugh...

Can you imagine going home on this... after one of our parties!

WEEEEEEE. Let's ride it again!

Clang Clang Clang went the trolly!!!

The view from top of the hill (1930)

Our house in on the left of the tall house on the right. We looked at it first, and decided we didn't want to spend the next ten years remodeling a house...again!

My Fiber Buddy Ruby Ballard Harris!

2010-02-19T12:03:00.004-05:00

This is great article and video of my friend Ruby"on the Loose" Ballard Harris. We both work in fiber and have shared rained out shows together. She is a amazing artist and friend. We share the love of fiber and texture and a good wine. Congrates Ruby!!

Indianapolis - An art form once credited with helping to free slaves is making a local comeback as a celebrated patchwork of history.
Escaping the bonds of slavery before the Civil War resulted from secret codes, hidden passages and messages stitched in quilts according to African American folklore.
Wagon wheel patterns were said to have alerted slaves to hidden compartments. Bear paws lead to food and water and the "Shoo-fly" offered a guide to safe houses.
They are the seams of history for Ruby Ballard Harris.
"Underground railroad," added Ballard Harris.
But today, quilting provides a different kind of escape for the 65-year-old fabric designer.
"I truly enjoy it. It's a passion! I love the bold print. I like things that speak to me. Usually African fabric," said Ballard Harris, beaming with pride.
Passed down from generations, Ballard Harris says patchwork was once simply a means to survival.
"Quilting is a lost art, and I think that when my mother came along, it was not like anybody taught them, it was just a thing that they did. And they quilted out of necessity, they needed warmth," she said
And like the mothers of the past, nothing is wasted. A look around the "Raps by Ruby Boutique" drives home the point with pillows, purses, lamp shades and light covers all covered in fabric.
"I don't, I don't, I don't [waste anything]. I use the scraps from my quilts to make my jackets. I started quilting as a kid. I must have been about 3 or 4 years old. I can remember my mother and my aunts having quilting bees," she told Eyewitness News.
Ballard Harris attended the Chicago Art Institute of Design, and graduated from Purdue with an Home Economics degree. She also earned a master's in social work from IUPUI.
And now she's helping high school girls stitch a path away from youthful mistakes.
"I have no rule. I am not the typical kind of quilter. I just put things together," explained Ballard Harris.
For the first time, Ruby Ballard Harris and other African American quilters have their gems on display. Warm works of art that were once an integral part of African American history.
The other quilters include: Linda Gray, Beverly Jones, Aileen King, and Rubbie M. Johnson.
"It's amazing. It really is, it's mind-boggling because I never thought that it would be that important. It was just something I've always done," said Ballard Harris marveling at the widespread attention her work is attracting.
It's a passion that's earned her quite a reputation.
She teaches private sewing classes for advanced students through the Indianapolis Art Center, and recently landed a contract to make doll clothes at the Barbie display at the Indianapolis Children's Museum.
In July 2009, she traveled to far away places to buy cloth for charity - 220 pounds worth from Nigeria for "Mercy's Mission" an medical charity run by Dr. Mercy Obeime.
For Ballard Harris, each piece a connection to her African American roots. A heritage she celebrates through rich color and patterns that speak to the soul.

http://www.wthr.com/Global/story.asp?S=12001639 On this link is a great interview video of Ruby.

The Buyers Market of American Craft in Philadelphia

2010-02-18T14:10:00.005-05:00

Customer :Partners in Crime took "Puss and Woody" out in a stroller.

This was my lucky shirt I bought for the show. I got to wear it! To much?

Had to share my luck and good fortune with Gal Pal Robbie, visited her store!

Well...I was all prepared to kill myself for not going to the Buyers Market. I had called my cousin Shelley Jennings, in Philadelphia, everyday. For three days I told myself it would be alright to stay home and take the loss. My friend Robbie said she would pay me the booth fee, just to stay home and be safe. I woke up on Friday with a fire under me. What the Hell! Kids, the show must go on! Had I learned nothing, all those years in theatre (and my carny years,too)

Packed my cooler (green teas, vodka,and brandy) Hit the road..http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1ZgKozT3Mk. Had a great show. Missed one day. But what was so amazing to me, was the support from my isle artist buds. When I finally arrived into the hall, in a huge huff and puff. I was greeted by most all the artists in my row. They were all set up and getting ready to do the second day of the show. Still they took the time to welcome me, help me, and offer their affection and support. I was so touched ... what a great group. Gene, Rex, Rebecca, Chris, Dora (gave me lip balm),and Kristen. More loving friends added to my list of artists buds. Gene and Rex (check out there blog on my list) were, also, actors in a past life. They have given up acting to go into something steady, like...jewelry business! We hit it off right away, me having been an actor. (you never give up the biz...ever) Good to be home in Beautiful Snowy Silver Hills..

Why do we keep doing these shows!!!

2010-02-09T12:07:00.003-05:00

Today I am deciding whether to blow my brains out... or not.....Once again Mother(F....) Nature

has played another (ha,ha) trick on me. I planned on going to The Buyers Market of American Craft, in Philadelphia...for one solid year! You know, or not, how much preparation this takes. And then in two days of snow dumping on the region...its over. POOF...gone. Now what do you do. I have been running around putting out fires. Trying to scramble for a change of attack.

Can I survive this mess...and is it over yet. Still hanging on to a slight chance...that it may happen. Why in the world would we do this to ourselves...time ..and time...again. And then I remember.......

My first outdoor show: I bought Rick and I (2) cheap pop up tents at Big Lots. They had green canopies (which we would learn turned everything in our booths...green). I made our side panels out of real busy cotton corduroy. Rick's a patch quit pattern, and mine red and beige strip. Ugh!

Plus, after washing (not pre -washed, I know better) they were 18" to short. I sewed bags to hold about 15lbs of sand. Ties were sewn on to the bags. "That should hold down the tents".

( I now use them to steady my individual pieces) (idiot) We were set! The show was atop one of the largest mountains in Montana. It is usually a sky resort, but in summer full of wealthy customers. We pulled the car, towing a U-Haul trailer, up the mountain, and set up our booths for the show. Yeah! We then went to our camp site. Built a fire, drank martini's and fell asleep, dreaming of all the sales. We arrived to the show a little uneasy. The top of the mountain was a little dark and it had gotten pretty cool. (this is July in Montana) The first hour we both made sales. Yeah! Then....I looked up...and the sky had turned a Harry Potter black cloud! My mouth dropped open....wind slapped threw our booths. Three booths flipped and crashed over the cliff to the parking lot below. One being the tent of a tarot card reader ( shouldn't she had seen this coming) Ours tents were tied together (remember the 15lb sand bags?). We both made people stay inside our booths and hold them down. Then the temperature dropped 30 degrees. WAM! Hail and then rain! My traitor customers fled to the safety of the chalet, leaving me to try and hold down, the lunging tent. Remember the self sewn...cotton side panels? They had gotten so heavy with rain, they helped hold down the tent. Only slightly bending the cheap frames. Water was running like a stream threw my tent. Another problem was happening. I had not taken the time to relieve my morning coffee. UGH! I was so cold and wet, I didn't think it would make any difference at that point. So along with the water running thou my tent, so did my morning coffee. We were both so sore and wet and almost in tears....and then it stopped...sun came out...it was over. All the surviving artists cheered. We laughed, joked, cryed, helped each other, and everyone went to the bathroom. Many artists (friends for ever, because we had shared the same experience) would always laugh at , "The Mountain". But we had changed that day. We were part of a group that was unlike any other group of people. We were all doing what we loved to do. Back at camp that night (everything was wet) (hours at the local launder mat, drying our side walls and sleeping bags) Rick and I had martini's inside our tent. We were already planning our next show....hummm......

The house and studio in Silver Hills

2010-02-05T18:26:00.001-05:00

This is a video of the inside of the house!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0YIEYWXoC8

Dancing and driving!

2010-02-05T16:38:00.001-05:00

Soon it will be illegal to text and drive. GOOD! But to stop dancing and driving...NO! Just had to pass this one out...one more time. Our truck and car is our dance floor...one two cha cha cha...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8aBXSIrecA

Packing for the Show- Every Artist Nightmare

2010-02-04T18:21:00.003-05:00

Home Depot....ahhhhhh. I think I have spent the last 20 years inside these hallowed halls. I first became a follower when I was a practicing kitchen designer. Having remodeled three homes in the last 20 years...I have graduated from HDU. But as an artist , I use it for all kinds of things. Materials, of course. But also, for ideas. I can pick up a piece of wire, or electrical detail...and I am on my way to creating something new in my line. But today I am packing the truck for the show.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XtTcyVBO6Hw

2010-02-03T16:15:00.003-05:00

http://www.wholesalecrafts.com/ is an online company that has LOTS of artists doing great work. This is my listing in the Winter Buyer Guide. You can find me under Laughing Boy, The. Don't ask..its just the way they do things. Sorry shopping only for Wholesale Market. Buy you can usually contact the artist and by direct.

2010-02-03T14:06:00.002-05:00

My day starts at the gym, and then I run errands. Today is my day at fabric stores and craft stores. This is my first in a series of ...Well MY DAYS!!! (hold back your applause). I promise to learn more words than: fab, fun,and fleece. Join me on my adventure. Oh course ,now, Rick will know what I do all day! Watch out Kitty

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDhr3QcsJfc

Yikes! Someone left the coop door open!

2010-02-02T12:08:00.003-05:00

When I woke up this mornig, I found that the roosters had gotten out. I have always felt that my creatures had secret lifes. Sometimes something will be out of order in the studio. Did I misplace it or did they move on there own. Hummmm. Or maybe I need more interaction with humans......Check out hoiw these are created..

.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ip5ZZW5U9do

2010-01-31T15:55:00.002-05:00

Hello, its Kitty Barthonamule!! I have been asked by Kent to occationally offer a good craft idea. Well, my friend Jolene Sugerbaker, has so many I thought I would pass it on to you. So clever and cheap and so is the product she makes! Just kidding Jolene. I will be traveling the country side in my car...well...I actually live in my car. So I 'll be getting you great ideas on my travels.. Check this one out...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPr9dJFoQbs

2010-01-30T19:15:00.002-05:00

Hi kids, it's Kitty!! I had so much fun with Kent and Rick today. Their home and hospitality was superb! Look for me in your neighborhood. You never know when I might drop in and visit... and stay and stay. Martini's on Kitty!!

2010-01-30T18:54:00.003-05:00

What a busy day at The Laughing Boy Crafts center for snow day shut ins... Rick decided to get out the old wood burning set. We have a BA cabinet that has been moved three times and cut up into several configurations. Because of all the screw holes...we have collected old wood burned plaques. They are decorative and cover the holes. Rick bought new markers and fired up my wood burner. Then SURPRIZE!! Kitty Barththoemule arrived and interviewed Rick. You know Kitty doesn't get much work since HGTV dumped her. So she just travels the country side looking for good craft ideas. We were thrilled. This is her interview>>
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62Kkx7Uu_M0

2010-01-29T19:09:00.001-05:00

2010-01-29T13:46:00.000-05:00

My best Galpal, Robbie Moriarty (http://www.robbiemoriarty.blogspot.com/) is really one of few who can make me pee my pants. She is so funny, check out her art car. (Couldn't flip someone off driving that around) Rick and Robbie have been friends before they could drive. I met Robbie and bonded when we drove to Indianapolis one afternoon. We were lost all day, because we couldn't stop talking and laughing. We drove 200 miles out of our way. And finally arrived home at 11.00pm. Her husband Sam has never trusted me since. But that was before GPS and MapQuest. Which we don't understand any of that nonsense. Robbie has her own MapQuest system...now remember this is the woman who speaks fluent Kentese. Check out this video...and send directions???!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-oz5C8Ytq0w

http://www.robbiemoriarty.blogspot.com/

2010-01-29T12:16:00.000-05:00

Project Runway has been a hit with me for many seasons. Good or bad. What could be better , Fags and fag hags. Love, love, Heidi Klum." Wellcome Deswigners, wone day you wre in, da next day you wre out." and make it work Tim Gunn. Can't you just see him taking a bubble bath each nite. This is from an episode last week. This nut "Ping" (pong, on the left) was supposed to design a dress from a burlap sack. Yikes! Think she left some potatoes in the sack. Check out Lauren and Heidi's look when the model pulled down the wedgy! Yikes!!!

2010-01-28T14:36:00.000-05:00

This is sort of a typical day in the studio. Check out the video slide show.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3S719mRTytw

2010-01-28T14:28:00.000-05:00

Ok, our dog, Queenie has watched tv for YEARS! This was taken in our house in Louisville. She still watches tv and barks at EVERY animal, cartoon or real. We forgot to tell our house sitter about this trait. Opps. Barb Compton ,(house sitter), loves to watch "Animal Planet". Well you can imagine her surprize as ...she settles into enjoying her dinner... in front of the tv. Queenie can do this attack in a complete state of sleep..atop her floor pillow ( which she drags in front of the tv). After 10 minites of trying to watch eagles catching salmon), Barb turned off the tv....permanently..

Here are other Queenie hits:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wj5JhlXPf8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E19-dJLoZAI

Fav Blankets

2010-01-20T13:29:00.002-05:00

Remember when we just wanted our fav blanket. Thats all we needed. Not a cheap fleece zippered snuggy. But the blanket grandma made for us. She stitched our name on it. Appliqued a rabbit or deer, or Micky Mouse. One Blanket was all we needed. During these times of hardship and loss..I think we could all use our fav blankets

2010-01-15T17:45:00.000-05:00

Doris Pickle is called "Mama" by all who know and love her. Mama works every day (as nite manager) at the Eco-Laundry, she can fix any machinie with a sharp curse word or her handy plyers. She'll tell you, "lint is the worst enemy; stuff gets in everything. " Mama sleeps her day away in her pink trailer at the Raybern Trailer Park, where She and her husband (Earl T. "Wanna-buy-a-rabbit" Pickle) have two spaces. One is for their pink love trailer, the other of the "Rabbit Hotel," a rusted-out Airstream that hold Earl's breeding hutches. How Mama looks forward to the weekends that they hook up the fur wagon, then off to a rabbit show. Often she lets her worthless knocked up daughter, Brandy, tend to the Eco. Brandy trying to please her mother and, not one to miss an opportunity, has began making what she calls "Cotton Candie Bee Hives-Fashion wigs made from Lint for the woman on the go. "Mama proudly calls her The Eva Gabor of the suds set." And her greatest mistake!!!!

2010-01-15T17:38:00.000-05:00

Neal the Hippie
When we heard about Woodstock, Robbie (the quiet high school nerd) said, "Let's go!" It was going to happen at the other end of the universe-upstate New York. The moon would have been as close in our 16-year-old minds. Helena, Montana was at the end of the world and our parents would never allow us to travel in Robbie's yellow Volkswagon. He said to us "Dumb Jerks! There will never be another chance like this!" and left. When he arrived home he was hailed as a hero; then quiet nerd Robbie appeared in Life Magazine. There he was: standing in the rain next to the guy in the sleeping bag. A year later he got a great apartment that we painted psychedelic and that apartment became the hub of all our activity. Poetry, music, exploring our minds in ways we never expected (or will now admit) in small town USA, a phenomenon probably very common in that time and place. He was totally changed and he changed us for the better.