Monday 27 February 2023

Dog Lovers, This One's For You

A formal complaint of
"excessive feline focus"
has recently been lodged
against She Who Seeks blog.

And the verdict is . . . .

So to fulfill my Community Service sentence,
here is a whole post extolling the praises of

D   O   G   S   ! ! ! ! ! ! !

And forgive me, but I'm about
to commit another crime!

Friday 24 February 2023

The Struggle Continues

As mentioned before on this blog,
painting in watercolours
is my Achilles' Heel.

I use too much paint, too much water,
and then try to salvage things
by adding permanent ink overlay.

Behold what happens when
left to my own devices --

All I can say is --

My watercolours instructor, Terrie Shaw,
is trying to show me better techniques.

In other words, to use more restraint.

You can see the improved results
I'm getting under her patient tutelage --

Still got a loooooooong 
way to go, though.

Here I am in class
with that last watercolour --

And, further to my previous post


that's a Mystical Wolf With Crystals t-shirt.

Wanna make something of it?

Huh? HUH?

[Paintings and photos of paintings
© Debra She Who Seeks, 2022-23]

Wednesday 22 February 2023

New Age LOLs

I don't just make fun of my buddy Jesus
and his wackier, more obnoxious 
Christian followers, you know.

I'm an Equal Opportunity Mocker,
as this post proves!

Monday 20 February 2023

We ♥︎ L.M. Montgomery Week

Rachel at Hamlette's Soliloquy is currently hosting a blogathon honouring Lucy Maud Montgomery, author of Anne of Green Gables and other beloved books. 

Anne of Green Gables occupied a central place in my childhood growing up in the 1960s, not only because its protagonist/hero was a girl (a very rare occurrence in children's literature back then) but also because it was written by a Canadian and was set right here in Canada (also very rare in those days).

But most importantly of all, this book helped me become myself and who I was meant to be --

Anne To My Diana

In the mid-1960s, two-parent families were the absolute norm in our little one-horse prairie town. My friend "Tomboy" was the only kid I knew who lived in a single-parent family. Her Mom was a free-spirited artiste who did wild things that no one else's Mom did, like paint murals and pierce her children's ears (even the baby). The family lived in our town only for a couple of years and then moved on again when Mom found a new man.

But for those two years, Tomboy was the most wonderful girl I knew. She taught me how to jump off the roof of the back shed and how to cadge free chocolate milk from the creamery. She was confident and seemingly fearless.

We both adored Anne of Green Gables and spent countless hours acting out that book's adventures. Tomboy was Anne and I was Diana. My crush on Tomboy was so encompassing that I willingly assumed the second banana role, something I would never have done for anyone else. In our own private Avonlea, there was no Gilbert Blythe. We never missed him. We kindred spirits spent our time at the Lake of Shining Waters (which to everyone else simply appeared to be a culvert on the cemetery road).

When Tomboy moved away, she and I swore eternal friendship and gave each other a lock of our hair. I kept hers in my Sunday School Bible. We were faithful pen pals for many years.

Judging from photos she sent, Tomboy remained a very boyish girl until she graduated from high school. Then, completely out of the blue and seemingly overnight, she became a born-again Christian, a total femme and got married.

After that, I never heard from her again. It's like she disappeared off the face of the earth.

Alas, my first heartbreak!

Thursday 16 February 2023

Hurray For Libraries and Librarians!

Why are both so valuable?

Librarians are
so much more
than stereotypes!

 Librarians can be badass too!

And libraries are often
pretty magical places!

Let's end with a GROAN, shall we?