My Garden Journaled
This is the beginning. I have to learn how to work this, but if I can create webpages I certainly can do this! Learning curve ahead…. but am looking forward to new avenues of creativity.
I know I have the g-word here alot, but I am trying to get started in learning exactly what works. This was merely written to see the code illustrated.
Second post- Me Stuff
ok. I obsess. Already some things look a little junky. But it’s not my fault! I was given too many choices…I am a collector/experimenter and I just want to try on things.
Don’t go shopping with me.
Now besides all this, I have been looking over other people’s blogs the way I do websites. Actually it is the old web-surfing revisited. Whiling away much too much time just to say this:
I did not like retro the first time around. I remember Betsy McCall cookbooks ( yes there was such a thing with a Betsy McCall doll featured). I loved the doll. I hated the design. I hated clunky shoes. I hated weirdo, stylized prints in gawky colors and juxtapositions.
The early sixties and the early seventies were really no good design-wise. Ditto the fifties. I am sorry. Just do not like it. Some of the best design was arts and craft movement and eighties luscious richness. The new millenium minimal is wonderful, too, but perhaps that is why the retro has crept in. People chafe against all the disciplined editing that minimal demands. They start to crave whimsy.
But you know, no one did whimsy as well as the late sixties. I guess no one has that real naivete and freeform of feeling that came with the hippies, now. Maybe that explains the stilted whimsical fifties retro. Blah. I get really tired of deliberate ugliness. Ugliness that is unpremeditated can be wonderful. Much of the naive has that quality. Like real folk-art. Rustic in the basic, intrinsic way that comes with utility and the natural .
(There are exceptions to *every* rule…even mine)
I don’t care if I sound pretentious right now… I will care later, after I reread this.
Like I am the arbiter of *what?*. I need to journal the garden. There have been many times of beauty that are only recorded in my memory. I need to attend to that.
Tomorrow.
