Show and Tell: Friends and Goddesses

So today was another amazing day. I spent the afternoon with two of my closest friends who are in town. Subsequently they won't read this post till after they're home, so they won't know until then how much they can change my complete outlook on life in the space of a few hours. It's the beauty and majesty of true deep friendship at it's best. I can say unabashedly that I love them both to pieces. Today was special because I was sharing some of my ideas and plans for this year. Not only did I get great constructive feedback but I got that amazing support that one needs when they're planning to leap off a cliff and are hoping against all hope that someone will throw them a parachute. You know what I mean, right? Those moments where you want to plan big things (for me, this is a constant state of being- but I digress) and just want to know that someone will be there to cheer you on whether you fail or succeed. These two people have always done that for me and I know will continue to. We'll be those friends who gather when we're in our 80's and 90's and gab about the old days when we first met.

Now that we have the scene set, I have to give you some further background before I show you my pictures.

I first met CT the first day of our grade 9 Art Technology class. As she told the story at my wedding (she was my Maid of Honour), she was waiting for a friend to get to class and was saving the seat at her table. Well in walks this new girl, who scans the room for an open seat, spots her table, walks over and sits down. So much for the saving the seat! However, class was going to begin soon.

If you haven't guessed it yet (but you're all smarty pantses, so I know you have), the new girl was me. I had just moved to Victoria from Ontario where my family had lived the last two years. I was excited to be away from where I had been (a long story that would take a few blog posts to recount) but I was also nervous about being the "new" girl yet again. So I sat hestitantly at the table and said hi.

And so began a friendship that has lasted over eleven years. Eleven years that has seen some pretty crazy moments.

One such moment came from that fateful art class. We had had many assignments but one day our task was to sculpt (get this) a fertility goddess. We were given sample images and terra cotta clay and told to go at it. Sculpting, we were supposed to go outside and use things around us to give the sculptures texture and an aged look. So CT and I went outside to roll our goddesses on the sidewalk. But mine was lacking oomph I decided. Now you'll have to ask CT why I did this as truly, I can't remember, but I walked up the fire escape stairs (the art class was on the second floor) and I tossed my goddess off it.

SPLAT!

It was a completely insane thing to do. Yet, it yielded an interesting result:

So here we are so many years later and I have a shmushed my fertility goddess!! (and yes I've kept it)


Crap!


Really, I don't truly believe that this one incident so many years ago has any bearing on my difficulty to carry a baby.


But... I have a shmushed fertility goddess.


I am an artist. Perhaps it's time rectified the situation...

Don't forget to wander over to Mel's to see what the rest of the class are not throwing off fire escapes...