tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27782375.post115212158983712636..comments2023-10-31T09:51:46.455-05:00Comments on Exit 95 on The Yellowbrick Road...: At My Mother's House...and....The Legs.....Bo...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02136803397641401011noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27782375.post-1154208958802038212006-07-29T16:35:00.000-05:002006-07-29T16:35:00.000-05:00I love the postings about your mother's house. Sh...I love the postings about your mother's house. She shared with us your website's name over at the Garden Junk site. Her work definetely reminds me of Antonio Gaudi's work. She is amazing!<BR/><BR/>AlmendraAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27782375.post-1152488827633779422006-07-09T18:47:00.000-05:002006-07-09T18:47:00.000-05:00When I was a student in Aberystwyth (many moons ag...When I was a student in Aberystwyth (many moons ago), one of the houses on North Street had one of those teeny tiny front gardens. It was a terraced house with four floors (Georgian or Victorian?), and the garden was maybe three feet deep and eight feet wide, separated from the pavement by wrought iron railings. This particular house just had turned earth in the front - no grass or bushes. There was an old but clean toilet bowl in a corner of the "garden". Someone had sunk a pair of large wellingtons and a pair of heavy duty rubber gloves into the ground, placed to look like there was a body buried face up in a shallow grave... Stopped quite a few folk. :o) That was back before the advent of digital cameras, and I never did get around to taking a picture.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for raking up that memory for me, and for making me laugh out loud with each new post. :o)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27782375.post-1152194700768225472006-07-06T09:05:00.000-05:002006-07-06T09:05:00.000-05:00Now I see where your creativity came from. Does y...Now I see where your creativity came from. Does your mom sell her fabulous pieces?djdgilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14991749884845410753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27782375.post-1152150880295704952006-07-05T20:54:00.000-05:002006-07-05T20:54:00.000-05:00I loved reading about your mom and seeing the pict...I loved reading about your mom and seeing the pictures. What a hoot. It was worth waiting until the end to see the "legs". I must pass your site on to others so they can enjoy it too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27782375.post-1152150335805271502006-07-05T20:45:00.000-05:002006-07-05T20:45:00.000-05:00I want a pair of "the legs", too! I'm thinking th...I want a pair of "the legs", too! I'm thinking the back yard, just to the side of the deck ... so the neighbors can all see them sticking up as they pass the house!<BR/><BR/>Beth in MN :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27782375.post-1152139888675602762006-07-05T17:51:00.000-05:002006-07-05T17:51:00.000-05:00You'll see the dental work will be nothing compare...You'll see the dental work will be nothing compared to what you think it will be! Be brave and it'll be over before you know it. <BR/>I loved seeing your 'mumsy's' house. I have a dear friend who is a rather eccentric artist type too. Your mom's house and studio remind me so much of her studio and home it brought a smile to my face. My friend is a potter but dabbles in just about anything that strikes her fancy at the time. Currently she is living in a small converted church, which didn't surprise me in the least.Alanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10247969851760400440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27782375.post-1152134437147976112006-07-05T16:20:00.000-05:002006-07-05T16:20:00.000-05:00good luck with the toothgood luck with the toothAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com