Wild Woman

24 11 2012

“The Best Thing I Learned From my Mother” is this month’s Blog Hop theme in honor of Mother’s Day. You can find the Generation Fabulous (an awesome group of mid-life women bloggers) stories at the link at the end of this post.

My mom dresses just like the Cosmo Girl.

Caution: contains explicit language; I’m quoting my mother.

At some points in my life…I sometimes…have been known to flash certain people. Not in public, mind you, but I have been known to flash my daughter as well as my sweetie. Not at the same time—that would be weird. So it just came to their awareness that they had both been recipients of this gift. Which led them to ask, “Why?” I replied, “ Well, it’s kinda like when Nana flips you off.” Both my daughter and sweetie were perplexed and said, “Nana has never flipped me off.” This led me to the realization that I need to start writing down my mother’s wild woman stories.

History
What makes Mom’s stories so wild to me is that I’ve watched her grow into her wildness. She’s gotten feisty in her senior years. At 84, she’s clear as a bell and can always read her audience and knows just how outrageous she can be. She’s got that sweet, little ole lady thing going for her; think a southern, genteel, frail, Betty White.

Dinner Conversation
We traveled to her Texas family roots for a holiday a few years back. The family adores each others stories and the more outrageous they are, the louder we laugh. We tell the same ones over and over and all talk at the same time. Mom’s brother is known to email the raunchiest of jokes to his daughters. We think we’re all hilarious. So as we gather round the table Mom tells everyone about her new boyfriend, Dick (that’s really his name) at the nursing home. She tells us one night she carried her boom box down to Dick’s room, very late, when everyone was asleep. She slips quietly into his room turns the sexy music on and she proceeds to do a strip tease for him. She then, picks up her boom box and goes back to her room. The next day, Dick tells her that he had the strangest dream. She never tells him it wasn’t a dream.

The Night Shift
Not long after this, Dick and Mom move into the same room. She tells us all that she can’t get any sleep. The night shift, she says, “keep coming in our room all night trying to catch us f*#king!”

The ER
Mom is frail and falls more often these days, which seriously concern me. She took a tumble recently that put her in the ER. Her hand needed stitching up. It was a bad cut, but it was a minor injury in the ER. While the staff was sewing her up, she engaged them in a friendly conversation. I’ve learned to be quiet when she’s on a roll. She was telling them about her “fiancé” Dick. She said, “I have no interest in getting married, but I did make him put a ring on my finger,” holding up her uninjured hand. She was rambling on about him and how he’s such a picky eater. The ER staff was listening politely. She then said, “So I asked him, what do you like to eat? You know what he said? He said he likes to eat pussy.” This comment had them in stitches.

My DNA
I realize I have this wild woman gene in me. My daughter has already witnessed her own future ‘cause she has it too. I guess it’s time to go flash someone.

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Ambrosia

17 11 2012

I love Thanksgiving and it’s traditions. I bring out dishes and silver that have been handled by so many loving hands in my family. I love the connection to the past and to the future.

My grandparents with their two small children moved from a small town in east Texas to south Louisiana in the 30’s. It must have been such a culture shock to all they knew. They came from white gravy and chicken fried steak and everybody being Baptist to a land of roux and gumbo and diversity and not everyone being Baptist.

My mom tells me she remembers asking her mother who those women were that wore long black dresses and covered their hair in a long black drape. She was told they were holy women. My mom thought that meant that the long black clothes were covering the holes in their body.

The Naked Lady Bowl

My grandfather moved to Baton Rouge to be the advertising manager of the Coca- Cola Bottling Co. (It’s just dawning on me as I write this, the family heritage of being marketers…love that.) His boss was a sophisticated and learned man and was Jewish. He gave my grandfather a beautiful bowl set as a thank you for a job well done. It was a beautiful set with a large bowl with six smaller serving bowls. It’s bone china with gold inlay. It has Goddesses at play painted in the bottom of each piece.

That’s the part where I know it got complicated for my grandmother. You see, some of these goddess are bare breasted. I know my grandmother would have known the value of this gift. I can only imagine her Baptist horror over the nakedness of those ladies. And that the southern woman in her could never be anything but gracious over this generous gift. Her solution was to bring it out only at Thanksgiving and to keep the bowls filled with what else…Ambrosia…the food of the Gods.

A Tradition Continues

I will continue with that tradition this Thanksgiving. My mom will come over and supervise me making the fruit salad and be the official taster. My daughter will help as we peel the apples, juice the fresh lemons, add the bananas, oranges, pineapple, coconut and sugar to taste.  This is not my favorite thing to eat at the holiday, but it is my favorite dish.  I love that this recipe goes back to my great grandmother and has been passed down to four generations of daughters. The recipe is not written anywhere; it’s been learned by our hands making it together. Over countless conversations, laughter, teenage attitude at having to peel apples, it has been passed from mother to daughter.

Priceless

This small bowl is chipped and glued together making it even more precious to me.

This bowl set may be of some value. I sometimes imagine I could go on the Antiques Roadshow and be one of those people who gasp over how much it’s monetary value is. But I will never sell it. It’s not mine to sell. It’s my future great grandchild’s who I hope will still be making ambrosia that she learned from her mother and is teaching her daughter how to make. And will be putting it in the Naked Lady bowl.

Mother to Daughter

I am Connie Lee, mother of Jade Lee-Mei, daughter of Jimmie Dee, daughter of Jimmie Corrine, daughter of Minnie Mae.

Amen. Blessed Be. Namaste.





The Creative Process and Innovation

9 11 2012

It’s Happening!
Last week my blog was about giving birth to Greenview Designs. The business is born and taking it’s first steps. I created my title, Creativity Coach; I like it better than CEO or President. It describes what I do. I help people find their authentic voice for their own creative journey.

My first program using the title Creativity Coach is with the Arts Council of GBR under it’s Community School for the Arts program. It’s Thursday, Nov. 15th. If you’re interested in the program, you can sign up though the Art’s Council FB event page at:

http://www.facebook.com/events/122198911270706/

Here are the details on that page.
The Creative Process and Innovation
Thursday, November 15, 2012
10:00 am until 12:00 pm
Beauregard Gallery and Bistro, 715 Europe St, BR 70802

Learn to use the creative process as a means to create leadership potential and the life you strive for. The process allows for imagining, building, and developing something unique and remarkable in response to a problem or challenge. Using creativity in our jobs, in our time off, or even in stretching resources, we may use this process as a means to solve problems as well.

$20 includes lunch
Contact Robin at 344-8558 or robin@acgbr.com to register

The Arts Council Radio Show
My radio interview about this program is this Sunday at 7:00 in the morning—I know—that’s early for a Sunday. Its on 1150 WJBO AM on the Arts Council Radio Show.  I’m not sure how I sounded, but I looked cute and I was wearing my Miracle Ball earrings!

Synchronicity
This was my horoscope the morning of the interview (spoiler alert—the interview is pre-taped):

“Creative Confidence: Creativity encourages confidence because it gives you an opportunity to stretch the limits of your mind while making the most of your skills. When you think and act in a creative way, you are naturally intrigued by and drawn toward those ideas, people, and situations that are unfamiliar to you. Any fear that might have prevented you from exploring new worlds in the past will be quickly overshadowed by the urge to widen your perspective. When you make use of your imagination today, you may find that a zest for creation is awakened within you as you become more confident in yourself and your abilities.”

I took the horoscope as a “sign”. Not only did I use it in the interview, creative confidence is what the program is all about.

If you’re available and in the area, I hope to see you Thursday. I’m also planning on facilitating a 12-week class on “The Artist’s Way at Work” starting in January. I’ll keep you updated on that.

Now I really have to create my business card.

Feel free to contact me at: greenviewdesigns@gmail.com





Birthing an Idea

4 11 2012

I am in labor right now. The gestation period is coming to an end. I’m birthing an idea. My partner and I are creating a brand new business. This isn’t the first idea we’ve given birth to, but it’s the first business we’ve created together. We know that once an idea is born, it takes on a life of it’s own. I’ll be a working mom. I’m not quitting my day job to take care of this baby. I work in Marketing at one of the largest OB hospitals in the country, so this birthing analogy is natural for me. I’m still waiting for my real baby girl to be totally self-supporting. Time will tell if either of these babies will eversupport me!

If the idea of starting a business was inception, the first labor pain was coming up with the name.That name became Greenview Designs. Why Greenview? It’s the literal
avenue where our creative journey starts every day. It’s our creative oasis. It’s where we grow ideas.

Our vision is a business that houses different kinds of design and nurtures creativity. Together we have decades worth of talent and experience of turning ideas into things. We want our idea to grow into what it wants to be and will give it the freedom to go where life takes it.  I like the story of FAB. It started out as one business model and evolved into something else. That something is even more fabulous than the original
idea. 

Our starting concept is that Greenview Design is a design and strategy company. We’ll
facilitate workshops on creativity and innovation; offer graphic design services; commercial TV/video producing and production expertise; branding and marketing consultation. We’ll transfer your VHS tape to a DVD. And we’ll nurture a personal passion—custom furniture design.

Procrastination is really a part of the creative process. I’m good at this phase. Finally after spending some quality time procrastinating, I pushed and pushed and a logo was finally created. Designers put extra pressure on themselves when designing something for themselves. I treated myself as a client and came up with three options. Then I made it my partner’s job to pick one. Here’s a bit of the process work.

First ideas are
rarely the best in logo design.

After I did
this, I realized I’m watching too much
HGTV.

Clean, classic
and simple.

The chosen logo.

The Hurricane Bar is the first custom built furniture that was created under the Greenview Designs umbrella. Here are a few more examples of custom furniture that’s available.

Chef’s
Table

Shaker Step-Back
Cupboard

This blog is about
my creative journey, so it’s seems appropriate that the birth of
our business is shared here. I’ll keep you updated with this baby’s
progress. Facebook, Pinterest and a website will be among it’s
first milestones.  We’re still deciding who gets the president
or the CEO title, which reminds me, I better design that business
card.

HEE, HEE,
HOO.

An idea is born into the
world.  Watch it grow!

Contact us at:
greenviewdesigns@gmail.com








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