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distress and green bananas

I keep hearing people talk about the "distressed" look in painting.  Basically, it's where you don't prime something before you paint and only do a half-way job on the paint job, allowing the original color to "shine" through.  I'm 99% positive both my grandmother and my Mom would say "Somebody didn't know what they were doing!"  And it really makes me wonder how much of it is the whole "Emperor's New Clothes" story being told again.  You know, where some artist was in a hurry, liked the semi-finished look, others came over and instead of commenting on the person only doing a half-way job made a comment about the furniture being in distress, and voila - a new fad is born.  And all the while it's only a sorry paint job, but no one dared point that out.  No,  no, I'm really not being cynical this early in the morning. My brain actually ponders such random things.

And on a less cynical note, I received a forwarded e-mail from a relative who is dying with cancer. She's been in this battle for over four years, and while she knows she will ultimately lose (win?  lose to cancer but win with Christ), and as the tumors continuously spread and grow and the pain meds continue to increase, people always ask her how she's doing.  Her response?  I'm still buying green bananas.  I love that positive response!
And speaking of bananas, I have some that are very clearly not green and need to be transformed into banana bread.  And speaking of banana bread, I have a new poll for you!

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Jennifer said…
ooooh!! Banana bread.....one of my favorites!! I made some a couple of weeks ago. The small loaves turned out great but I didn't get the big one done enough.

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