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Mushy the Mushroom

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  1. Oh how blessed to be blogging! Even for a slight scrap of an entry, for it feels as though it’s been a century. Six months have slipped by in this adventure, under six more and current content shall be censored no more. In light of upcoming bird-day, I simply couldn’t shy away! Little, tired scrapbook styled cards. Drawn ink doodle original, then the printed b&w and filled with colored pencil. Only 4. Sewn on chicken feather. I haven’t a smidge of insight on what exactly this copper hollow object was originally. I found it in the crooked creekside green barn, naturally befriended it as a prospective pumpkin. Sanded, Barkeeper’s Friend shiny scrub, sewing machine sewn stemish stuff. And might grab the low-light graphite scans! Well, actually some are photos because no scanner access then. Done in May during definitely the worst week of my life, in someone’s shadowy basement. Guilt inherent, couldn’t pay rent, nor could my parent, nor would any take it. So, “Art, must make it!”. Rushed art crushed my detailing ideals. I would say I’m ashamed, but hey, at this point I cannot believe we’re still at all sane. 9x12” 1967 Chevelle, apparently. Thanks, Deputy. Seriously. Minis, 4x6’s Convenient when portraits are publicly hanging around houses. Reference from tablet photos of photographs. From a weathered wallet size fauna photo set. Bear baby- I now see I scanned in in too-low res, will redo eventually. Deer- Looks like maybe too low quality scanned too? RIP if so, gave it to a helper. Owl- This one was actually done at pasthome in April. First discovery work of “I can sharpen the mechanical pencil graphite bit finer in an open regular pencil sharpener?!” I completely forgot these existed until sorting out my costume and art trunk the other day. Is existential amnesia a thing? Six months, the number of our identities slumber. I’ve role-called in as the ragamuffin renovation & rat carcass removal robot, and given its continuation, it pervades my every thought. But the projects, to my ability, are vehemently vanishing. I can honestly say it's almost done and we somehow survived. I do apologize for the mandatory vagueness of all this, words are so powerless with no pictures to go with. Feebly, in disbelief, I’m rejoicing, starting to remember me, it feels so happy. Much more importantly to me, that same personhood phenomenon blazes in the eyes of someone who had absolutely lost her illusion of life. I truly like it, humanity. It’s beautiful, being alive. And I give a great gratitude to this dear old site. The raffles/contests here have literally made my year. It always felt comforting to me, here. So often my circumstances have uncontrollably crashed, but here stands this little relic of a community, rather unchanged. Virtual hugs, dear life, and what is left of BZP. Thanks to thee! “ ‘Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.’ ” — L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables.
  2. Strange how survival mindset makes one oblivious to the six months without a dishwasher until the second a splendid scrubber is setup! 🍽️

  3. *my uncontrollable excitement upon blog returns* Yay and welcome back!
  4. Mushy the Mushroom

    All Hallows' Day

    Beautiful, gives off major The Great Pumpkin vibes, but far surpasses due to cat content!
  5. "Gladys Aylward: The Little Woman" Youtube audiobook/reading.
  6. 🌲Would you believe? Two months precisely until Christmas Eve!



    1. Bambi


      Best day of the year, not up for debate

  7. I launch a spinning top, hectic hopping in your direction causing you to drop the mask for my collection. My mask.
  8. "Brighter Than The Sun (feat. Lucy Grimble) - Rivers & Robots".
  9. Pressing question: 

    Are you facing your fruits again? Shall the tradition live on? 🎃

    1. Bambi


      Honestly I forgot about it lol. Not sure, I'll have to see how busy I am around that time

  10. I find a mirror-like portal to an enchanted fantasyland, skip there out of your universe, and return to break the earth control and mask grasp-curse by the healing power of a nice nymph nurse's medicine purse. My mask.
  11. Yay, for today it's mememaster @Heyzorks birthday, a fine event to celebrate! 🎂 [Party Llamas in honor, as your avatar reminds me a bit of one!]
  12. I invite you to a game of musical chairs with some woodland bears for a prize of money, but you drop your mask into a nearby vat of their harvest honey while I grab it up and go off running. My sticky mask.
  13. Oh my, thanks bunches, you are so kind!
  14. If it's alright to ask, how many BZPers typically attend? I assumed it was only around five or ten members. It so amazes me that anyone has the courage to interact in-person with internet people! ^-^
  15. 🎉 Oh deer, it's here! Wishing your day is as bright as can be, BZP brother @Bambi! 🎉 (A while back I drew your cat. 9x12 pencil, mechanical pencil on watercolor paper. I'm afraid it's sketchy, and I must say I hadn't time to try to splice together the full scan, for partially drawn in the car as I ran). All ze scans: https://www.flickr.com/photos/189713610@N04/52335347633/in/photostream/ https://www.flickr.com/photos/189713610@N04/52335408749/in/photostream/ https://www.flickr.com/photos/189713610@N04/52334153962/in/photostream/ https://www.flickr.com/photos/189713610@N04/52335107691/in/photostream/
  16. "My Favorite Things" by Pentatonix while questioning how this became classified as a Christmas song.
  17. "Ave Maria Harp (Prelude in C major BWV 846). J.S Bach, Charles Gounod" by Seána Davey.
  18. Presently perfectly four months until Christmas?! 🌲

    ...and I am afraid I haven't made one gift... 🙈

  19. Hello! A scan of Snow. Audiobooks and art do jolly the heart! 9x12, watercolor paper, pencil and acrylic. Drawing time: unknown, very undetailed sketch from years ago. Painting time: 108 hours. My scanner also has snipped off the edges here and no time to splice it. *afraid to upload higher quality due to uncertainty about the current content size limits.* Done in 30 minute to one hour bursts (Gauze and braces to control the hand swelling/protests). The wacky way my mind apparently sees fit to document time...please no one check my addition. *cringing at the crude sketch* Finished in May before things went to utter dismay for a way. I won’t miss that wicked week of sleeping on shifts for safety. Hopefully legalthings will be settling, it’s so much bettering! Court ordered support, food is good, and using the window AC because it was in the 90s inside. My soul does sing, secret projecting, for such joy comes with rejecting all other things, for fast progress it brings! In fairytales it somehow seems easy, you see. It seems such villains only dare to disown stepdaughters and such, for it’s much more merciful to believe that blood is stronger than water. And the betrayers of trust seem nearly always blown away as little gusts of dust. Instead of the reality looking over one’s shoulder, but that’s when one can believe they’re surrounded by an army of invisible soldiers! I so do miss this dear dreamland of clockwork composed castles in the beaches of blog sand, but I understand that if I get writing, it’s absolutely igniting and I’m afraid I’d better wait just to be extra safe! (The predicament of being a happy hermit who hardly speaks a bit, this is my outlet. Those fairytale-fumblings, photo-fueled written fits. And can I use my words at all, if without some rhythm they fall? I often wonder if it gets on the nerves, if anyone might observe. If so, I apologize for any anguish over my singsong language. *imaginary frolicking and bursting at the seams with a continual project photoverload of Things I Shouldn’t Be Doing piling up* Thankfully right before bolting I did get another diagnosis(ish), autoimmune UTCD, due to positive ANA combined with all the other abnormal blood antibodies, so two connective tissue diseases now it seems. *Relief mingled with flashbacks of “Yay, it’s a true thing and nobody is furious for it and telling me it’s not real?!” What a wonderful world where weakness won’t be weaponized. I think I’m in that world now? At least safe in our own house! Successfully made the first eight hour, four appointment doctor daytrip at three different hospital locations in our 18 year old car the other day. Overwhelmed with gratitude that my mom is willing to wake & take me at three in the morning. And it’s lovely to get to do some art in the car, because the obsessive new-not-yet-allowed-to-talk-about projecting I am delightedly taking too far. We even remembered to pack the wheelchair! A treat because anymore the wheels get stuck on the stray nails in the “floor”, but hopefully staggering about is…strengthening? I wondered how bad the bloodwork would be, given the …haha.. uh…living conditions life's thrust upon us. But I promise now it’s at the level where it wouldn’t be condemned! Merely multiplying Monocytes. It may have been far worse! Neurology was…interesting. They think the problems are small fiber neuropathy, and are planning to do an EMG and muscle biopsy. Hoping Gabapentin will not make me a sloth, but sleeping more than four to six hours every 20 sounds miraculous. Also learned I cannot lift my toes which is odd to process. ENT dr. #1 did reference eye scans at last to ensure Plaquenil doesn’t destroy my vision (escape equaled canceled appointment.) ENT dr. #2 was much more skilled at using the nasoscope than the prior person. Tip-top when terror goes to waste! They plan to take my tonsils and the adenoids because of infection. Antibiotics again. So strange, antibiotics all about lately. I have another dentist now and they prescribe pre meds every time to prevent endocarditis/infection? Now wondering if it was slightly scary that the swelling tooth infections weren't medicated at my old dentist, rather mysterious. Okay, done rambling, real reason for beloved blogging is because I recklessly worked to the point where I couldn't walk again and resting was dull I have another 8hr drive daytrip for the fifth diagnostic GI procedure where they’re putting me under again is approaching. A tad precarious given the weirdness various, so a bit of art to show before I go! New friend groundhog must visit the blogs! He has a hole there, just stands and stares. *terrible tablet pic* And a little oldhouse frog! 🎶Just Thinking About Tomorrow Clears Away The Cobwebs And The Sorrow 'Til There's None The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow So You Gotta Hang On 'Til Tomorrow, Come What May 🎶
  20. Wishing you a wonderous birthday! 


  21. I entangle your feet in a fast-drying web of spray foam insulation as my house mouse swiftly swipes the coveted face covering from your custody. My mask.
  22. Mushy the Mushroom


    Well, personally yes, yes, yes! Except in Google Docs due to the terror of accidental publishing my most catastrophic cringe. Aw, I don't think it could be! It sent me a follow notification with the entry title and I was thinking "Ooh how grand! An old timey-type blog title!" then it slipped through my hands. Beautiful photography!
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