memorykeepersisters

“A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever.”

Trend Alert! May 31, 2011

Filed under: A little bit crazy,Jennifer,Jenuine Memories,Style — memorykeepersisters @ 6:41 pm

Now, I am not saying that I am wearing big glasses and wearing bell bottoms, but…I am not very trendy. But for a time there, I was very cutting edge. And that time, was by pure accident. You see it was the 1990’s and a new wave of fashion was sweeping the nation. It was born in the cold wet of Seattle and slowly it made its way to Arkansas. It was “Grunge”.  And I was great at grunge.

I was never good at teasing my hair up into the Aqua net crimps of the latest 80’s styles or wearing hot pink make up and painting my fingernails. But crawling out of bed, and throwing on a flannel shirt and a tee, that was my style.  I am not about to lay claim to being the first grunge person in Hope, Arkansas. But I have to admit, I was pretty good at it. I perfected the look by wearing floppy old shoes, knock off Converses, blue jeans that were a little baggy, and t-shirts that really showed my  “I don’t care” attitude. Boys clothes had more room for my bulging body.  Apathy and a total disregard for anyone authority or otherwise, you can place a big check mark on that too.

But one trend I think I did start, maybe not, but people sure started copying me, was carrying around old toys as a fashion statement. I bought myself a Thomas the Tank portfolio as a joke (portfolio meaning something one might keep in a Trapper Keeper, yes I am THAT old) and I carried it around with me. I then started carrying around an old lunch box to keep my pencils in and to double as a purse. I also used little kid pencils and erasers, wore little kids socks, and pretty soon, other people started doing that. By the time I got to college in 93, people were dressing like little kids, carrying around toy back packs, and being just plain weird.  It was a great time for me. For once I was in style.

Then everything started to change and I couldn’t keep up anymore. I had to get a “real” job, I had to start resembling an adult. Now, I dress for comfort. I try not to look too old, but honestly if I do, I don’t care. That is one of the great things about sliding head first out of your 30s and into your 40s. You don’t have to be trendy unless you want to.  Personally I can’t stand women who try to dress like their daughters, its just silly. I feel so sorry for the daughters in that situation too. It’s just weird.

When it comes to my “art” I try to be myself and experiment. But I recently read a trend report that said the two hottest colors in paper crafts were gray and yellow, and the new hottest motif was bicycles. So I thought I would make a card using those colors and just see what people thought of it. If it was cool or hip, so be it.  Here’s a look at it:

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Worrywart May 26, 2011

Filed under: Disaster Relief,Jodie,Uncategorized — memorykeepersisters @ 1:56 pm

I have a confession…..I’m a worry wart, and on top of that I’m a planner.

When I watch the news lately I feel my worry bone start to itch.  The amount of bad weather we have had recently is staggering. Tornadoes have leveled towns and storms have wreaked havoc across the nation, not to mention the terrible earthquakes that have happened around the rest of the world.

Devastation in Joplin, MO

Incidents like that get this girl thinking. What would I do if something like that happened to me or my family?  I have family that lives an hour away, an hour and a half away, and over two hours away. What would we do if a natural disaster hit? That’s when the “planner” in me starts to come out.  “If bad weather happens in Hope, Big Sister can go check on dad. If bad weather happens in Hot Springs I will go check on Bubser and Bran Ran.” But of course, I was gently reminded by Big Sister that you can’t “plan” for things like that. If devastation occurs you have to pick yourself up and start over.

Well this particular girl is very thankful that my family has been safe through all of these storms but my heart genuinely goes out to those that have not been so fortunate. I can’t imagine what I would do if I were in that same situation but what I do know is this: I can help!

If you want to help those affected by the recent tornado in Joplin, MO please text “Joplin” to 80888 to donate $10 to the Salvation Army or “REDCROSS” to 90999 to donate $10 to the Red Cross disaster relief fund.  You should also check out Convoy of Hope, they are a great organization that provides disaster relief to those in need.

Also, if you are in the Little Rock area and want to help let me know! Old Navy on Chenal is accepting items to donate to Red Cross in Joplin, MO. You can help by donating the following items: water, Gatorade, formula, new underwear for adults & kids, diapers, socks, granola bars, individual snacks, chapstik, cat and dog food, batteries, hairbrushes, shampoo, body wash, razors, and plastic ware.

Lastly, you can donate to your local Red Cross by visiting their website.

” Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.” – Philippians 4:6

 

 

Arkansas Adventures! May 21, 2011

Filed under: A little bit crazy,Fairchild Family Fun,Jennifer,Jenuine Memories,Tradition — memorykeepersisters @ 3:36 pm

I can’t read a map. I admit it. I can’t even really use GPS, its too much like a map. My mind is purely linguistic, so the lines and symbols try to arrange themselves in logical sense, but my word filled mind can’t comprehend what the map is telling me.  I can’t turn it into a story or a plot, so it’s useless to me. How do I find my way around a strange place? I make another person tell me the directions. Then my mind can associate a turn here and a turn there with a gesture or a phrase. Getting lost is a fact of life for me. I am used to getting lost, it’s annoying sure, but I don’t get scared or afraid.  My lack of trepidation comes from the way our mother approached getting lost. She was NEVER lost, she was having an “Adventure”.

We went on many “adventures” together. As a family we found a new way to get from one end of Hot Springs to another. It was a street named Lupine. I remember this because I associated it with werewolf.  Also, there was a sign that said “Deaf child” so I imagined that the child could not hear the werewolf approaching on Lupine. Next time we started an adventure in Hot Springs, the street names were stored in my memory and we managed not to get lost.

One adventure sticks out in my mind because it was truly scary at some points. It all started in Hot Springs near the Gulpha Gorge. We were going to follow a quick trail that led from one end of the mountain to the other.  My mother was on another one of her diets so she had shakes in an ice chest; my sister was still on a bottle, so she had bottles in the same igloo. It was going to be a quick walk and then a picnic later when we got back, so the rest of the food was still in the car.

The trail started out okay and we walked at a leisurely pace. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until we realized we had passed the same way twice, hadn’t seen any other hikers in some time, then we made a few turns. And sure enough, we were on an “adventure”. We were lost for hours. Mother had to share one of her shakes with all of us. The sun was going down and we were getting scared. My parents remained calm, but it was starting to show that they had no clue where we were and no way of finding the way out.

Turns out sunset was a good thing. The lights of Hot Springs began to turn on, we followed them,  and we found ourselves on the promenade. Mind you, the car was literally miles away. Our dad had to take a cab and pick us up. There is no way of knowing how many miles we made on our little “adventure”.  I guess that’s why to this day, I am never really lost; I’m just having an adventure. Although with the cost of gas, these little adventures usually end up with me, stopped on the side of the road, calling and asking for directions.

Not Hot Springs by any means, but you get the point!

Speaking of adventures in Arkansas or otherwise, I created these latest cards with the idea of adventure in mind. These are French inspired cards. They remind me of summer in Paris. Although I have never been I imagine that it would be quite the adventure.

 

Oh! The places you will go! (on a Saturday!) May 15, 2011

Big Sister came up on Friday night and we decided to go out on the town early Saturday morning. We started out early Saturday morning by going to the Argenta Farmers Market.  It was also the Arkansas Food Bloggers Bake Sale so we got delicious Arkansas grown fruits and vegetables but we also got some sweet treats from this blogger.

After the farmers market we went to the Old Mill to goof off and take some pictures. It felt so great outside, it was nice to get out and enjoy it. I love the Old Mill and hopefully I will do a “real” shoot there soon!

The Old Mill

After the Old Mill we went to the Painted Pig in the Heights and met up with Tim to do some pottery painting. I love doing this, I painted a plate in 2005 and I still use it every time I make myself a “fancy” meal, and it still looks great. Big sister painted a sock monkey, Tim painted an owl, and I painted a surprise for a good friends upcoming birthday! It was fun and really affordable I recommend going to the Painted Pig to have some fun!

After the Painted Pig we went to the Clinton Library and Museum to go to the Hidden Art of Dr. Suess exhibit, but first we were starving so we ate at “Forty Two”. It was so good, and affordable! I had fantastic grilled cheese and smoked applewood bacon panini and house made chips, it was fantastic. The Dr. Suess exhibit was pretty neat and showed some of his earlier advertising work. Also, there was an exhibit titled “Revolution and Rebellion: Wars, Words, and Figures”. It was interesting because this exhibit were figurines of historical people. It was neat but they were eerily accurate and I don’t know exactly how I feel about that.

Figurines that gave me the willies.

After that, it was time for a nap! Even as I write, I have red stained hand from chopping up fresh strawberries and I’m watching big sister sleep on my couch, which is a pretty good way to wind up a Saturday.

Did you do anything exciting?

Here are more photos from our exciting day:



   

 

Grief Sucks May 12, 2011

Filed under: Death,Grief,Jennifer,Tradition,Uncategorized — memorykeepersisters @ 9:45 pm

I adopted a puppy in March, I didn’t want to, but I had to. In October of 2010, my dog Puddin was killed by a careless driver who didn’t have the common courtesy to stop and let me know.  Over the next few months I grieved over that dog so much that I seriously considered seeking professional help.  Grief is hard.  And what’s worse is that when you grieve no one wants to talk to you about it. Your friends want to talk you out of it. They don’t want to hear about it, they want to steer clear of it. And that is what makes it so much harder.

Puddin

Even as I am writing this, I worry that I will bum you out and you will stop reading. I lost my mother in 2006 and I have had friends who lost their parents at young ages. Losing a parent, at any age, makes you realize the importance of life and love. It makes you shorten the distance between your friends. It makes you want to hold on to the important people and get rid of all the negative stuff.

But why did I HAVE to adopt a puppy? To put it simply my dog and my cat were grieving and I didn’t know what to do.  Babydoll saw Puddin’s  “accident” somewhere in her she knew he was hurt. But do dogs comprehend death?  I think on some level they must. After my mother passed away you could see the look in Lexie’s eyes (my parents/sister’s beloved dog) and you could tell that she knew someone was missing from her home. After Puddin was gone both my dog and my cat seemed sad. Maybe it was just me and my anamorphic tendencies, but I could feel that they weren’t happy.  Babydoll who would sleep most nights in the den with Puddin, now insisted on sleeping next to me. Luci would come to me and cuddle and would try to wrestle Babydoll.  I couldn’t stand it anymore and so I adopted Cinnamon.

That is what makes humans fortunate, is that we can express our grief. But the unfortunate truth is that as a society, we shun grief. We treat it as if it were taboo. We whisper about our friends, “Oh you know her husband died.” And that is our cue to not mention it. We hide it behind fake smiles. We bury it with the dead. Christians, such as myself, tell ourselves that our family members are not dead, they are waiting for us. But that’s all good and well until you feel lonely.  We watch programs about ghosts. But those ghosts are from the 1900s. Yesterday’s ghosts are waiting until we are old enough not to care about them, not to grieve for them personally.  That’s why you don’t see horror movies about the 1990s. No scary September 11 ghosts. We still grieve, we still care. We are still actively shutting it out of our minds.

I made these last sets of cards with a more serious frame of mind. I thought about how pretty they needed to be. They couldn’t be the happy robots or sockmonkeys. I hope you like them. Remember to take a look at my etsy shop, visit my new website,  and to love your friends and family while you have them.  And when all else fails, go adopt a dog.

 

Brown Paper Packages Tied up with String, these are a few of my favorite things! May 9, 2011

Filed under: A little bit crazy,Fun with friends,General,Jodie — memorykeepersisters @ 2:37 pm

Just call me Joprah, I made a list of my favorite things!

1. Discussing Arkansas Politics over a glass of red wine with good friends.

2. Going outside and exploring Arkansas in the springtime.

Momma's unkillable roses

3. Watching Rachael make butter. Yes, she made butter. Also, she let me make my own flavored butter. I added nutmeg, chocolate flakes, brown sugar and cocoa powder. It seemed a bit odd at first but I was like a kid in a candy store and it actually turned out to be pretty delicious!

Homemade Butter!

4.  50% off candles at Hobby Lobby. I found one that I loved; it smells like old lady perfume and funeral homes. It’s completely fine if you are freaked out by that last statement but there is no other way to describe the smell and I LOVE it. Also, it’s called “Springtime inParis”. Hey-a girl can pretend!

ohh-la-la

5. Spending time with family and friends. That’s something I love all the time, but its nice to be reminded that you have people who love and care for you in the world. It’s the bees knees.

6. YOU! Big sister and I started this whole blog thing on a whim and we really do appreciate getting to share things with others, feel free to share with us and let us know how we are doing!

p.s. I know you aren’t supposed to give yourself a nickname but I’m digging the whole “Joprah” thing, this NEEDS to catch on!

 

The Music of a Good Storm May 4, 2011

Filed under: Jennifer,Jenuine Memories,Storms,Uncategorized — memorykeepersisters @ 2:49 pm

No one can truly remember their childhood with any degree of accuracy. I can only imagine that I was a handful due to the enormous lengths that my parents went to keeping me calm.  From toys to food, to surprises and elaborate rituals; my parents would stop at nothing to keep me tranquil. And no other situation required more calm and quiet than during a thunderstorm.  And their favorite method of keeping me quiet was to play an 8track called Mystic Moods, “One Stormy Night”. I remember this 8 track very clearly. It was a pale blue and featured cover art of a bare-chested man with broad shoulders  holding a bare-chested woman. His hands were placed so cleverly across her chest that one could only see her smooth shoulders and small belly beneath. The two were behind a window and the rain was falling down around them.  I didn’t know at the time that this was baby making music. To me it was a form of audio camouflage. The album itself featured the sounds of a thunderstorm playing over the sounds of music. You could hear the sound of a needle scratching the surface of a record. (Something my brother and sister are too young to even remember.) It was as if you were in a cabin in the woods, under a tin roof, and a record of slow music playing in the background. At one point a train could be heard rumbling in the night through some distant trees. Now it sounds romantic, but as a child, it was so much easier. It was rain, it was thunder, and it couldn’t hurt me. It was only a recording.

One Stormy Night Album Cover

We didn’t just listen to this during storms. After all it was the 70s, long before cable television, the internet and facebook, people sat and even laid around listening to music. Groovin was a state of mind that one could obtain without drugs. And listening to the sounds of a thunderstorm without a thunderstorm kept me prepared.  As soon as I heard thunder, I wanted to hear my record and I would run to the living room and press the 8-track into the player. It was calming. It worked every time.

But one storm sticks out in my memory and for that storm I was without my 8track. It was Christmas 1982. I found online that it killed three people.  I remember it because I wasn’t at home this particular Christmas. My cousin Brian, and my Uncle Lanson and very pregnant Aunt Renee had come down to spend the holidays with us and we stayed at my grandparents house in Texarkana.  What stands out in my memory is the color of the sky, the pale green of an Easter egg. The magnolia tree seemed to wave excitedly and throw its remaining cones onto the ground. We stood on my grandparents carport and watched the clouds dance  and then at one instant my Pepaw got all of us into the stairwell and we waited. My parents weren’t scared, and I wasn’t that scared but I remember the look of fear in my Pepaw’s eyes.

Scary Stormy Skies

And I guess that’s why to this very day, I can’t stand it when the sky turns green and the trees seem to bend and bow.  And even now when I think about a good storm, I think about that soft train, the rain on a tin roof and an 8track of Mystic Moods and while a storm may rage outside, I am inside safe and warm.  All because my parents couldn’t stand to see me cry.

During the last storm I made these little guys and watched channel 12’s meteorologist nearly pee on himself with excitement!