Retired 2 years now (5-2-2017). After retiring I discovered I wanted to paint. I started out with a brush, but I can't draw worth a darn, so I ventured into acrylic paint pouring. I love how you can use different techniques, and manipulate the paint on the canvas, then have something unique every time that can make you smile.
Since this blog was started a year and a half ago I haven’t kept up with it since I’m not much of a writer. What I have discovered in the last year, is that I enjoy creating art; specifically ‘acrylic paint pouring’ art.
Therefore, I’ve decided to change my blog to an art blog…more or less. Coming soon, as soon as I figure it out, will be pictures of the paintings I’ve done and have available to sell if to anyone that appreciates them as much as I do.
All I have to do now is figure out the best way to add them. Wish me luck!
Thank goodness I never claimed to be a serious writer of anything. My dad was quite good at it, as well as 4 out of 10 siblings that I know of, and definitely some offspring of said siblings.
My attempt was an odd style of poetry, very short, blunt, and evidently with hidden feelings of angst. I even gave myself a pen name; Flair Parker. Those that lived back then knew that ‘Flair’ and ‘Parker’ were brand names of some good ballpoint pens. What better pen name could one have than that?
Anyway, at the time I was penning/typing them, they were just meant to be fun and silly; to break the monotony of the work day. Yes, they occurred during the work day, starting 43 years ago when I was a service order typist for Company, and I loved it.
Sharing with my best friend at the time as she sat beside me typing away, we were able to have some chuckles over my poetry concoctions. No, I wasn’t a goof off, I happened to have the best record consistently of most service orders typed with almost no errors.
Out of the blue, something would pop into my head, and before I knew it I had typed it out on the computer or scribbled down on a piece of paper.
Our company having been one of the first to have computers (known as a CDT), it was quick from start to finish.
Yay us! It sure beat the heck out of the teletype machines.
Oh , did I forget to tell you? That’s what’s in the binder. Poetry, ditties, and whatnots, written by me, Anita J Smith aka Flair Parker.
If you read them, be prepared to either laugh, feel sorry for me, or sorry for my best friend. She ‘got me’ though, so it was all in good fun. You’ll know what I mean starting with page … ha, I’m not tellin’. You’re gonna have to read them to find out. I’ll just say this, it was a true blessing when she recovered from her illness.