tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675629057890236246.post9215624042512599880..comments2023-06-20T08:31:09.366-04:00Comments on Glimmering Prize: Mixed Media Collage and Assemblage by Lorraine Reynolds: Lostglimmering prizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257408519835888555noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675629057890236246.post-9729586082998942212012-07-08T20:28:59.183-04:002012-07-08T20:28:59.183-04:00waay back in the day, troll dolls were THE toy to ...waay back in the day, troll dolls were THE toy to have. i had a favorite, with bright red hair. i hid him in an old cheese spread crock so my brother wouldn't find him and torture him! by the time i remembered where i had him hidden, mom had thrown out the "empty" crock, not knowing the doll was inside. *sigh*henrysmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10400167672848533389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675629057890236246.post-8827853013322400802012-06-26T12:15:58.619-04:002012-06-26T12:15:58.619-04:00As a child we moved around a lot. One of our move...As a child we moved around a lot. One of our moves took us to Kansas. My dad did not drink the whole time we were lived there. It was the most wonderful year of my life. Santa brought me a beautiful Aida ballerina doll. My most prized possession. Then we moved back to Iowa and on the way my doll fell out of the U-haul truck and was lost. I not only lost the doll, but the most wonderful year of my life.Pretty Ragged Threadshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12199481535442807456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675629057890236246.post-49543753048075829162012-06-22T22:50:33.056-04:002012-06-22T22:50:33.056-04:00Good word - studio paralysis. I'm there right...Good word - studio paralysis. I'm there right now. What I lost was not as traumatic as losing a mom early in life. However, as a child losing your best friend - a stuffed cat, is pretty traumatic. I was given this musical cat as a newborn. I went to first grade and one day I came home and my kitty was not in the closet. My mother was disgusted and told me it was dirty and she threw it away. I've named my business after that cat. I've never forgotten my first best friend. I am 49 now.Romeohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10931122737257172540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675629057890236246.post-48806732234434020882012-06-11T21:09:48.450-04:002012-06-11T21:09:48.450-04:00sounds like losing your mom had a huge effect on y...sounds like losing your mom had a huge effect on you. thanks for sharing amy jo.glimmering prizehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15257408519835888555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675629057890236246.post-29399685761204829082012-06-11T19:40:39.715-04:002012-06-11T19:40:39.715-04:00My mom,the one I never had! She was an alcoholic,c...My mom,the one I never had! She was an alcoholic,can'tever recall her sober. She died of liver failure at 55.<br />I am strong but I floundered.I am a survivor and a bit of a loner.The creative door closes from time to time,but I refuse to let it close all the way.<br />My creativity is my salvation and my soul !<br />Hugs. Amy JoArt From The hearthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13032495022614254305noreply@blogger.com