And Away We Go


The second time is the charm! After getting lost in FedEx land, Vista resent my order with a confirmed arrival on the 14th of July!

Happy dance… Squeee!

Send off dance Squeeeeeeee!

Fingers and toes crossed dance squeee…. eeee…..eee!

Still Rippling

With the new cap on the BP oil leak…  maybe we’ll finally see the end of the oil gushing into the ocean, but the clean up is far from over!  Thankfully there has been progress.
Great things are happening and Ripple is one of them!  Kelly Light and her daughter, with the help of hundreds of talented illustrators have raised almost $8000 dollars!
In July, Ripple has been celebrating  “GREAT AMERICAN ILLUSTRATOR” MONTH.” Stop by and check out all the great art work !

This is my forth entry and will be heading to Ripple soon…. keep an eye out!

Illustration Friday ~ Diary

Long story, short…. Josephine was going to be booted out of her title as Mistress by her lover. He wanted a new mistress, so he introduced Josephine to Napoleon, who was instantly smitten!
Josephine….. not so much!
Rather than face living in the streets with her two children, she decided to marry Napoleon,  although she did not love him. In fact, she did everything in her power to be as far from Napoleon as possible, even feigning pregnancy to forgo traveling with him. While he was away she would attend balls and parties and was known to have many lovers.

When Napoleon finally caught word of her behavior he rushed home to confront her telling her she had killed his heart. The irony?  Josephine had finally fallen in love with Napoleon… too late!
It’s said that as she lay dying of diphtheria, “Napoleon” was her last uttered word.

Now that’s a juicy diary!!

The letter says:

I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil.
Sweet incomparable Josephine, what a strange effect you have on my heart!
Are you angry?
Do I see you looking sad? Are you worried? …
My soul aches with sorrow, and there can be no rest for your lover; but is there still more in store for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from your lips, from your heart a love which consumes me with fire? Ah! it was last night that I fully realized how false an image of you your portrait gives!
You are leaving at noon; I shall see you in three hours.
Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire.

Bonaparte