The art project with a funny name is over

Anne's Feet, one of the daily artworks I did
for FloCoiMo. It now acts as Anne Armistead's
profile photo on Facebook.

FloCoiMo is over. I miss it.

On the last day of November, the FloCoiMo'ers ended the month-long project which had kept so many of us connected and inspired. We met new people on line and then in person. We collaborated and inspired each other spontaneously and unexpectedly. We learned things about ourselves and each other. Facebook became a much more interesting place to go each day in search of words written by Mara or Sarah, sketches done by Patricia, photos by Coriander and Michele, blog entries by Carly, falcon videos by Lee. In search of who "Liked" our works, who took the time to comment. As the month marched to the feast of Thanksgiving, some of us, me included, felt despair over the lack of "Likes" and comments. Did they not like? Did they have nothing good to say?  No, Carly assured me at the Jacksonville Winterfest.  "Just because we didn't click those buttons and make comments doesn't mean we didn't see them and like them." Carly makes beautiful jewelry and Christmas is rushing upon her as she tries to meet her orders in spite of a broken tool.  I shouldn't give her a hard time, she owes me pieces promised. Now that FloCoiMo is over, we all have more time for other things. But I still miss it.

Dinner , friends and the Indigo Girls

We fixed dinner for our new friends Anne and Jean last night. It was the first time they visited our house. What a delight to be visited by people with curious minds and an appreciation for art. That kind of first visit is never just a peek at each room during the house tour. It is a room to room discussion of my art work, Bill's woodwork, our combined antique pieces, papyrus and copper from our travels in Europe and northern Africa. It is looking at books and being excited to see new things. It is feeding enthusiastic eaters and having lots of interesting, free-flowing conversation. Afterward, we fought the parking frenzy in Blacksburg as hundreds of people arrived for the Indigo Girls concert at the Lyric. Anne and Jean had invited us to join them for this group they loved and we had sort of heard of.  Now we love them, too.  The Indigo Girls and Anne and Jean.