Talking turkey with Gary Gibson

 

I don’t know about you but 7am is WAY too early to think of boarding a plane. Drastic measures must be taken to be sure this day before Thanksgiving will start on the right foot. Only the architectural wonders of those Iconic Golden arches can calm my preflight anxiety. Thankfully my drive to the airport routes me directly through these arches without even needing to turn off the car engine. After a quick linguistic grapple with a gender unspecified voice through an order box, I am sure my taste buds will finally be awake. Nothin’ quite like a warm and toasty McMuffin to soothe my early flight ailments and hunger pains.

I like a friendly chit chat like the next Harry, Mary and Moe but little Miss perky 14C is truly riding my last nerve. I am thankful I brought along a few fabric samples as if this needless talk of Twilight the movie continues, I am quite sure a silk velvet will amply fill her pumpkin Pie Hole (see I have the holiday spirit)

Finally make it to lovely Aurora Oregon and am greeted by my sis (photo), Mom and niece. Why even Marge  and Large seem happy to see me!!! 

FAMILY TIME BEGINS…… Ok it was almost a full hour with the family. Now I am at my Art studio struck with inspiration.  Well at least I am inspired to clean it up and get ready for when I am geniously inspired.

 

 

 

 

After moving into the Cabin 6 years ago, I am finally organizing, lighting it correctly and making sure all my supplies are on hand at a given moment. You never know when whimsy strikes me. Usually I can break into a quick little two step or rumba while at the showroom but now at the cabin I can really let my inspiration take form onto canvas.

Check out some more before and after photos:

    

As much as I would love to share the details of a GIBSON FAMILY Thanksgiving dinner, football watching, board games, scrabble, lawn tennis and general scratching, ultimately my biggest inspirations comes the day after Thanksgiving. With my overzealous and cheery hiking mate, brother-in-law Bret, we are ready to venture out into the cold damp dark Oregon day. Bret suggests we visit Donald for a few beers. Sure, whose  Donald I say???

    I am all about the beers but cannot figure out who Donald is?  After wondering down pebbled streets lined with much floribunda, creeks, a few friendly critters (this is a shout out to my trucker friend Gabe enthusiastically wishing us a happy Thanksgiving WOO WOO- still thankful we were not shot) I finally discover Donald. Apparently Donald is quite the tourist attraction as it is the city with train tracks, antiqued buildings and a nod to  industrialization.  With such clearly marked signs, we have happily found the place to have BEER. Now I made it here but at this point I am a bit tired, wet and perhaps a wee bit beery I mean blurry eyed and think a ride home would be great. Gabe’s already made it past us in his 18 wheeler so I am going to have to call Gay. Thanks Sis for picking us up.