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As a painter I love the American Flag. I have drawn and painted the stars and stripes many times. I have always had an
obsession with jars and now painted mason jars are a big part of my business. I have been meaning to a set of American Flag mason jars for a while, a good long while. I put it off and off. I am busy I balance orders coming in with, promoting my business and making sure I spend enough time with my adorable son. And the then the 4th of July was coming. If ever it was time it was time. They were pretty simple to do: one jar all in navy with white stars and two jars painted white with red stripes. I discovered these wonderful metallic blue lids that looked marvelous.
I painted some white stars on some blue heritage masons and made another patriotic set. It was lots of stars and stripes over here. If you fancy them use code Pin50 for 50% off. Till next time Melissa.
I’m kidda a smart thing.
How I compare to Bones from the TV show that genius forensic Anthropologist.
I forgot I was smart, not really but almost.
I considered myself average when I grew up on the Caribbean island of Barbados. We had a very good, competitive educational system there. I competed endlessly to be the best student with my classmates. The coolest kids got the highest grades; we didn’t just leave that for the nerds. We all were nerds.
I was in the top 10% which was ok. I wanted to be in the top 3 percent as far as I was concerned top 10% was average. I moved to New York with my mother when I was 15. I was a sophomore in Catholic High School. I had covered all of the material being taught before and quickly went to number 1 in my class. To me it wasn’t a true victory, it wasn’t hard. I was hated by the other kids; they threatened to beat me up. The prospect being of being beaten up was both terrifying and confusing to me. Why would they want to beat me up? When I told my mother she just yelled she was paying a lot of money for that school and she didn’t want to hear it.
I came up with my own solution. I applied and got into an early college program. My mother said no but I went into a fugue state. I screamed and melting down in front of a woman who I had never raised my voice to. I don’t remember exactly how it happened but she let me go to Simon’s Rock of Bard College as it was then called, in Massachusetts . It is now known as Bard College at Simon’s Rock.
I was among smarty pants like myself competing to be the best. I was happy. I went through a few scary years when I didn’t have a high school diploma or a college degree. I was thrilled after two years to have my associate degree. I had something to show as a technical high school dropout. I happily grabbed my BA two years later.
For the next 10 years I lived in New York City. I slacked slightly for a few years but it couldn’t be helped. I graduated in the middle of a recession. I landed at a Dot com on Wall Street during the dot com boom. I was never smarter my giant bonus said so.
I was laid off during the dot com bust with a giant severance package. I moved to Florida and suddenly my smarts were a problem. Over and over again I heard, “You have such have a big vocabulary.” What did I say?
It started to get on my nerves. This “You have such have a big vocabulary.” So I did something stupid, I changed the way that I spoke slightly so I wouldn’t have to hear that. It became second nature to me to speak differently.
Then started binge watching Bones on Netflix. For those of you who don’t know her she is a genius Forensic Anthropologist who helps the FBI solve murders. She is impossibly smart, obnoxious, confident, unapologetic woman. I had never seen a character like her anywhere; I have never met a woman like her.
I remembered I was smart and I am old enough to not care about what people think about me. The big vocabulary is back. Thanks for the obnoxious inspiration Bones!
My 8 year old son immediately thought Bones and I were similar which I was flattering but I didn’t see it. He has quite the large vocabulary himself. He loves words especially big words. He loves to learn what they mean and use them correctly. When he was 5 he would walk around tell everyone about his hypothesizes. The Big vocabulary has been passed down.
For fun I thought I would compare myself and Bones, head to head.
She is a genius I am a brainiac . I went to college two years early maybe she would have gone when she was 11.
We both think very quickly and are good at problem solving.
She thinks she is better at everything than everyone else. I don’t know about being better at everything but I tend to do many things well.
She is very bad with people, rude, abrasive, and insensitive. I am very good with people. I am very honest and can be very blunt but I try to be sensitive about other’s feelings.
She runs towards trouble I do also. That part of me is instinctual I think. When there is trouble some people freeze some run away and some run towards the trouble, not always a smart thing. When I worked at a small bookstore in New York
City a guy came in, grabbed some books off the counter and was running out the door. I slammed him in the door and was fighting with him over the books. When I realized what I was doing. I let him go. The owner of the bookstore thought I was crazy I agreed with her.
Bones is a martial Artist and can effectively defend herself. My teenage years living in Brooklyn toughened me. Hopefully that counts for something. I had a 6’4 neighbor that came to my door and tried to intimidate me with his size. He was upset because my cats were supposedly keeping him up night. My cats were sleeping snugly next to me at night. Apparently his dogs were barking at night at something and he decided I owned all of the cats in the neighborhood. The fact that my cats weren’t out at night didn’t register with him he wanted someone to blame. He stepped closer to me and I stepped closer to him so we were inches away from each other. I don’t intimidate easily.
I had to think of something to tell him so he would leave me alone. I thought of something and he left me alone after that.
She is very confident, over confident even. I am too.
She doesn’t get a lot of jokes especially those referencing popular culture. For some reason I am very gullible when it comes to jokes. It’s embarrassing. I never see them coming. Like her I also don’t get a lot of popular culture references. I don’t watch a lot of TV and I limit my exposure to the media.
Like her I have a difficult family. Her father is a criminal who abandoned her as a teenager. I was adopted by a wonderful woman. However my mentally unbalanced birth mother appears periodically causing as much drama as she can.
What I like most about Bones is that even though she is a bit of a pain in the ass she tries to learn from her experiences. That is one of the best thing we can do, learn from this life we are living.
When people tell me I have a big vocabulary I will say yes I do, thank you.
For the love of Jars. Masons and everything else.
Love jars. I am not sure where it started. I remember finding rocks on the beach with plants tenaciously growing out of
them. I took them home and nestled them in a precious jar full of water and table salt. Remarkably they lived and grew until my mother thew them out.
It probably started with my mother she always expertly cleaned out every available container for future use. The kitchen cabinets were filled with butter, yogurt and magical jars. Did you mother’s cabinets look the same.
I followed suit. My favorites were the Classico spaghetti jars. I would collect them with no idea what to do with them. Sometimes I would fill them with shells from the beach, or marbles. When I moved the I had 9 empty jars that I got rid of. I said to myself you can’t keep collecting jars like this, and I threw them out. And now most of my business comes from masons jars, That’s irony. I was just months away from launching my mason jar obsession in my online shop.
I started tinting masons the soft blue of past jars. A blue that is lost to the past and only I seem to be making for sale. Check my tutorial here.
I was really shocked to find a whole online community semi obsessed with jars and masons.
My neighbors had seen me painting jars in my back yard. When they moved they offered me their cache of bottles, all from Europe. These jars and bottles were shapes and sizes I had never seen before, Woo! Be still my heart. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them.
Another fantastic source of jars is my local Recycle center From Trash to Treasure in Fort Lauderdale.. I get so excited see what is there. I always head straight for The “jar” section. On one of my weekly visits to the center I saw the jar of all jars. The most beautiful jar I had ever seen: a Lovely very large jar with handles. I knew it would make the most beautiful vase ever. It did and it was on it’s way to Australia days after I put it in my shop.
I just made some beach candle set out of the cutest mason jar candles. I can’t wait to make my own candles. I just ordered
those cute little quilted jars.
Next jars in my shop chalk painted masons in a color called freshwater,. American Flag and British Flag masons. Doesn’t this sounds fun. If you want to check out more of my jars take a peek in my shop. Until next time…Melissa