Tap Dancing

I made a simple scrapbooking page today and journaled about my early tap dancing experiences. My mother taught tap dancing to area children in our home. She had a

tap board to put down in our living room and we danced to records played on our console.

My best friend growing up was often my dance partner. One memorable experience

was when we participated in a talent contest at a local county fair. We sang "It's a

Grand Old Flag" waving our small flags. At the end of the song, we threw the flags

aside and started our tap dance. We were disqualified for descecrating the American flag.

My Mother was mortified!

Traveling Salesman

My favorite relaxing form of mixed media is making a visual journal page. I like to sit down at my work table and pick from leftovers on the table or perhaps a picture that speaks to me. Today was the first day in a long time I've had a chance to do that -- and start a blog!! Anyway, this journal spread evolved from an old magazine page I'd saved about traveling salemen. My maternal grandfather was a traveling salesman in the Midwest. He started in the depression when they lost the family farm and continued into his 70s when he retired. He would leave home usually on Monday morning and be out 3-5 days as he made his route, staying in small town hotels and eating in diners. He often picked up hitchhikers for company. He loved his job, made lots of lasting friendships and saw the country.

Fly With Me

Come "fly with me" as I begin my blog journal. I'm "flying by the seat of my pants" but I hope to share my love of flying, antiquing and mixed media art.