My Own Unique Brand of Magic

“Art is subjective. Creating to be the best is a waste of energy. Instead, create to connect to the people who need you, because they are out there. Create in your own way, because there is no right way. Take the pressure off and focus on your own unique brand of magic.” —Amie McNee, We Need Your Art

  1. Family photo at Lewis Ginter Botanical Gardens the night before Thanksgiving. (A beautiful tradition to see the holiday lights, walking through the garden, the four of us, together.)

  2. Unfinished knitting projects found at the thrift shop. (I really wish I could knit well enough to complete that little hat.)

  3. La Petite buttons, a seam ripper (for the inevitable mistakes and mishaps), and sewing hoop (for embroidery).

  4. Rita’s Italian Ice trailer (Parked for the season).

  5. Persimmons and pottery at Be Just in Charlottesville. (The owner was gracious and allowed me to take a few photographs in the gorgeous shop.)

  6. Shirt buttons (to replace lost buttons on collars, fronts, and sleeves), a Dritz tracing wheel (for transferring patterns to sew clothes), and a tiny crochet hook (for repairing snags in knitted clothes).

Bathroom Art

Yes, we decorate our bathroom with art. I am referring to our downstairs bathroom, which is used frequently by everyone who lives here and everyone who visits here. The bathroom is a tiny room with a sink and a toilet. There is a window for streaming light and a blank wall for hanging art. The whole room is about 6 x 7 feet. I love that our bathrooms are all small. Small means cozy. Small means less to clean. Small means spare and functional, but it can also mean joyful and comforting.

We added a gallery rail to the open wall and hung a few of my photographs (still life scenes of a front porch and some cut figs) and a few thrifted oil paintings as well. I love to use vintage photos for decorating, too. I recalled an interesting one from the collection of childhood pictures I have squirreled away—one that might fit in color and theme.

This is a photograph of me in March 1961, sitting on the toilet, in what is clearly an attempt at potty-training. In this picture, I would have been only 11 months old, very early for potty training by today’s recommendations. I am holding a huge wad of toilet paper and looking bewildered. On the floor, I see something that at first, I thought was a hotdog, but on closer inspection, I think it’s the tube that holds the toilet paper roll in the holder. As any one-year old would tell you if they could, pulling all of the toilet paper off the roll is incredibly fun.

My original photo is about 3.5 inches square. Not particularly well composed. Faded to magenta over time. I scanned the picture at a high resolution and set about trying to restore the picture in small ways (not wanting to take away the subtle vintage aspects but still wanting to clear away dust and scratches, maybe tone down the purple cast, and sharpen the image a bit). I gave it my best shot, aiming to warm the magenta tones so the photo would better coordinate with the existing art on the wall. The results were pretty good. Then on a whim, I researched Photoshop’s latest features and found, under Neutral Filters, a Photo Restoration filter. And just like that—a remarkable improvement, though maybe a little too improved for my taste. I’m still playing around with the picture to get the look I want, but mostly I’m just delighted that my parents had a camera and used it so much during the first year or so my life.

Done For The Season

Done for the Season, November 2025

I almost didn’t take this picture. It was my husband who convinced me to give it a try. All I could see was more bright, high-contrast lighting, which can be tricky when it comes to taking pictures. And all I could think was, more pumpkins, really? But I was so happy to feel the sun on my face, to feel the cool autumn breeze, to walk across the uneven ground of the field one more time that I relented, and took the picture anyway. One last view of this season to give thanks for.

With Enthusiasm

Most of the photographs I take are just snap shots of my everyday life. 
They are not great works of art, or important in any way. 
But I take each one with the enthusiasm of a beginner. Never really knowing what I am doing. And somehow, I’m okay with that.

01. Fountain with Christmas greenery and berries. Grelen Market, Somerset.

02. Vintage painting.Twice Is Nice, Charlottesville.