“Hands are the tools of the painter, the artist.”  Agnes Varda

I recently attended a music weekend with my brother, Dan.  Of course, there were vendors in attendance.  I resisted the magic potions that would give me so much energy that I’d be able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.

I also resisted the baubles, bangles, and bright shiny beads.  Didn’t purchase any of the CD’s by the performing artists.  My brother purchased them for me as a gift.  Thanks, Dan.

What I did spend on was a piece of art work that I can take with me wherever I go for 2 to 3 weeks.  I got hennaed.


Although there are numerous writings about the meaning of henna designs and the uses of the aforementioned, I got the tattoo because I think henna designs are lovely.  That’s a good enough reason.

Just because.  Why not!

Loveya – The Grandma


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Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.

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