<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777</id><updated>2012-01-03T15:15:48.771-08:00</updated><category term='sugar plum'/><category term='antonio bandras'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='family'/><category term='vivid'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='spirit'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='aliens'/><category term='wine'/><category term='gin'/><category term='paranormal'/><category term='love'/><category term='desparado'/><category term='time'/><category term='awakening'/><title type='text'>A day in the life of artist Karen Burt</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-7270630835896491151</id><published>2011-12-29T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:46:39.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVTAYBBKpxM/Tvy1hG2huEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WZ-AsqvMjbY/s1600/18771_1345196628500_1188789840_1071594_394512_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVTAYBBKpxM/Tvy1hG2huEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WZ-AsqvMjbY/s320/18771_1345196628500_1188789840_1071594_394512_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691623609469089858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well this year has been a roller coaster to say the least.  I have loved like nobody's business and been heart broken beyond anything I ever thought possible.  Treachery, deceit and more drama than a soap opera could ever fathom.  But it is almost finished, this year of torment and I know that 2012 is going to better and full of golden opportunities.  I have laid the groundwork and am already on my way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must admit, I haven't been at the easel for a few weeks, but that is all to change.  I mean I did a few poppy paintings but that is it.  I promise to create in the new year.  I truly do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have taken up Tennis, which I am throwing myself into.  Really enjoying it as well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am working hard and still studying.  I have goals to attain and a future to carve.  Rome wasn't built in a day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kidlets had a grand Christmas and I ate and drank too much. Just the way it is meant to be.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have bought myself some shiny new skates and am on the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I can say for the new year is,  love like no ones business, even if it ends it was worth it.  Forget the shit and the rubbish that follows.  Only see the good in people no matter how bad they are.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of all, realise how lucky you are. Value what you have and love what is near. Treasure your family and be yourself.  There is so many that are less fortunate than you.  SO many.  We are truly blessed , even though most of the time we are unable to see.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-7270630835896491151?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/7270630835896491151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7270630835896491151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7270630835896491151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVTAYBBKpxM/Tvy1hG2huEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WZ-AsqvMjbY/s72-c/18771_1345196628500_1188789840_1071594_394512_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-7197773628025682467</id><published>2011-10-24T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T05:09:28.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Village life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yxt_wrAz7-0/TqVVMAjZH2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/3Bntof5wG1Q/s1600/IMAG0101.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yxt_wrAz7-0/TqVVMAjZH2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/3Bntof5wG1Q/s320/IMAG0101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667029370910875490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Village life is a funny thing..  You nip up the road to the shops to get a paper and casually chat to someone at the till.  Next thing its going around you are in a full blown relationship with them.. Its quite amusing to say the least.  But there is times like when going through a divorce it can very hard.  Gossip from those who you thought close only adding fuel to the fire and stirring up nonsense all for their own enjoyment.  It reminds me of the game Copycat.  where by one thing is started and its elaborated to such an extent it hardly resembles the beginning.  BTW, I have just gone through a divorce.  As hard as it was it was made harder by such actions of people.  But I have risen above and managed to salvage strength from somewhere.  Who knows where.  I really hope my ex finds someone and lives happily ever after.  He needs to have that and I wish him the best.  Always have.  He needs to feel and deserves to feel that love that is meant to be.  I have no desire to return to the way things were.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I myself have a rather large life changing decision to make.  There is either two outcomes.  Not an easy throw of the coin I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Autumn is upon us, and the Christmas season looming large.  Lots of parties and events to look forward to.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have still to work on four paintings.  Slack I know.  But I have started a fulltime job with school all day on the Friday so I am pretty busy.  Then the children as well.  But I wouldnt have it any other way.  I have a few goals to attain so it must be this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Halloween to you all xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-7197773628025682467?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/7197773628025682467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2011/10/village-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7197773628025682467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7197773628025682467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2011/10/village-life.html' title='Village life'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yxt_wrAz7-0/TqVVMAjZH2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/3Bntof5wG1Q/s72-c/IMAG0101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-5839498073401289969</id><published>2011-10-08T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T15:56:19.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OFFICE PARTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2HIjaXehB-I/TpDQHMah_hI/AAAAAAAAAOU/eTSc3M17ur8/s1600/Screen_shot_2011-09-02_at_16.18.56_reasonably_small.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2HIjaXehB-I/TpDQHMah_hI/AAAAAAAAAOU/eTSc3M17ur8/s320/Screen_shot_2011-09-02_at_16.18.56_reasonably_small.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661253553614880274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.officepartyshow.com/"&gt;http://www.officepartyshow.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO last night I ventured up to Islington to see office party.  Its like going to a work do with a couple of hundred people all recreated.  The only thing is you dont know anyone to giggle at, but by the end of the night I found myself submerged in the whole scenario.  There is actors that walk about and ask you questions and you soon feel as though you belong.  There was the girl who strips off and swings around the pole and the boys who get there kit off. (I saw ginger pubes!) Not for the faint hearted I have to say.   There is even a bit of fake sick involved.  All in all I have to say it was entertaining and original.  I had just wished my heels were comfy.. damn..  OH yes when you arrive you are assigned an area of the office where you work as well.  Like account, HR, etc...x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="r" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: medium; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; display: block; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://courvoisier.com/" class="l" style="color: rgb(17, 34, 204); cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; "&gt;Courvoisier&lt;/em&gt; Cognac&lt;/a&gt; went down a treat..  I forgot how much I liked that drink..  &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seems I had forgotten a whole bunch of things about myself lately as I had been busy trying to please others. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very dumb. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here is a review from the Fringe review..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;#&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;#&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial, sana-serif; font-size: 2.5em; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.1em; letter-spacing: -0.05em; display: inline; margin-top: 10px; text-align: left; "&gt;Low Down&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; "&gt;Office Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; "&gt; is a concept devised by Ursula Martinez of 'La Clique' fame and FringeReview favourite Christopher Green . It makes it's Edinburgh debut at office block, Appleton Towers, after a successful run at the Barbican last Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial, sana-serif; font-size: 2.5em; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.1em; letter-spacing: -0.05em; display: inline; margin-top: 10px; text-align: left; "&gt;Review&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; "&gt;Office Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; "&gt; is a theatre experience so different, engaging and downright fun it is hard to quantify. I say 'theatre experience', but this seems so limiting and reductive,&lt;em&gt;Office Party&lt;/em&gt; is miles apart from anything else you will experience at the Fringe this year and for all the right reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Firstly, the unsuspecting audience were directed towards tables where they were given coloured name badges indicating a department of the company. My companion and I were 'domestic services', the official title of the cleaners. Our group were paired with section leader, Cath, a delightful and warm performer, and herded into the men's toilets for a briefing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;The audience were then directed around the cavernous space at Appleton towers, with departments competing against each other in series of quizzes and contests. Also thrown in was some exceptional cabaret entertainment from Ursula Martinez and a special appearance by Christopher Green's Tina C to name but a few.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;This is site-specific work where the concept and the performance space work together seamlessly, it was totally consuming, filled with unexpected moments of humour. By the time the night drew to a close, the feeling that you had been at an office party for two hours was inescapable- and boy what a party!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;All of the performers involved in this show embodied their roles, playing about with office stereotypes to great effect and improvising with the audience beautifully- and although my bias is clear, Cath really made the night. Another unique aspect of this performance was they way in which the audience sections bonded with each other, as well as unselfconsciously interacting with the performers, forming a real sense of camaraderie. The ease with which the audience seemed to so naturally become part of the performance makes you wonder what the hell are we doing sitting in the dark for long periods of time this August, when we could be out at office parties!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Take a group of friends, have a few drinks, lose your inhibitions and get ready for what has to be the best night out of the Fringe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-5839498073401289969?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/5839498073401289969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2011/10/office-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/5839498073401289969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/5839498073401289969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2011/10/office-party.html' title='OFFICE PARTY'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2HIjaXehB-I/TpDQHMah_hI/AAAAAAAAAOU/eTSc3M17ur8/s72-c/Screen_shot_2011-09-02_at_16.18.56_reasonably_small.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-8533871819583316361</id><published>2011-10-04T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:15:24.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life moves forward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr5b2cJA968/Tov17-5ORJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B7CUnARvQws/s1600/DSC_0791.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr5b2cJA968/Tov17-5ORJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B7CUnARvQws/s320/DSC_0791.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659887767565255826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With things beginning to settle somewhat after the 'dust storm of 2011', which I have named it.  Bits and pieces are falling into place.  Well some things.... I had a fabulous meeting today with the lovely Louise from &lt;a href="http://www.teenagecancertrust.org/get-involved/as-a-fundraiser/unit-appeals/south-east/"&gt;The Teenage Cancer Society&lt;/a&gt;.  We are  hoping to launch and exciting new fundraising opportunity with artists and making it an annual event.  It is very infantile in its stages but sees to be something big.  Growing every year.   This is good for me to have something to focus on at the moment, while I gain strength back after the great storm.  lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am also just finishing up four pieces of work for the White Hart.  ( my Local ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also I would like this opportunity to say, well we all make decisions in our lives for one reason or other.  But the reason is always important to us as individuals,  others can't see it at first.  But in time all will become clear.  You can't judge anyone for a decision or their choice, but rather be there when and if it fails.  There are far too many judgemental people in this world.  Acceptance is the key.  No matter how much it hurts at the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-8533871819583316361?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/8533871819583316361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-moves-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/8533871819583316361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/8533871819583316361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-moves-forward.html' title='Life moves forward.'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr5b2cJA968/Tov17-5ORJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/B7CUnARvQws/s72-c/DSC_0791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-7683310495256903257</id><published>2011-10-01T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T01:30:32.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KPoN7zMQ6D0/TobPSEwdUaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/U8F1H0Sypb4/s1600/badgley-mischka-randee-high-heel-ruffle-flower-sandals_sexy-high-heels-you-have-have.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KPoN7zMQ6D0/TobPSEwdUaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/U8F1H0Sypb4/s320/badgley-mischka-randee-high-heel-ruffle-flower-sandals_sexy-high-heels-you-have-have.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658437891259191714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever bought a new pair of shoes that you thought were the bees knees?  I mean the kind you look at and go wow I just have to wear those.  You think you have the perfect outfit for them and they will go with everything.  SO you buy them and take them home.  Of course you have tried them on and even though they are snug you still take them.  They, of course have no other sizes.  You get home and lay them out on the bed and marvel at how beautiful they are.  You rush to your wardrobe and take a dress out.  As an ensemble they look amazing and you cant wait to wear them out on the town.  You quickly call your friends and say lets go out.  They say they havent anything to wear as you do too , knowing full well you have the pukker outfit sitting on your bed.  The night arrives and you are all ready to go out and show your shoes to the world.  Everyone is in awe of them and asks you where you got them.  you are the bell of the ball.  But as the night wears on you begin to notice the shoes becoming less comfortable and wait is that a blister? Your face begins to show the pain and your friends ask if you are ok.  You of course admit all is fine sitting in the wings because you can hardly dance in the shoes anymore.  When you arrive home and take the shoes off, your feet are aching like they have never ached before.  They are full of blisters and cramp.  Rubbed raw.  You put the shoes in the closet and there they stay for years..  How long do you keep these shoes in your cupboard before finally admitting defeat?  They still look so great but you know in your heart they are just going to hurt you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am wearing heels again after breaking my ankle btw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-7683310495256903257?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/7683310495256903257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7683310495256903257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7683310495256903257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-shoes.html' title='New Shoes'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KPoN7zMQ6D0/TobPSEwdUaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/U8F1H0Sypb4/s72-c/badgley-mischka-randee-high-heel-ruffle-flower-sandals_sexy-high-heels-you-have-have.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-5068800544714613119</id><published>2011-09-28T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T08:34:50.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun is shining.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqmjKv9BY1c/ToM8s8xGdYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/FjOVOtsv1LM/s1600/DSCF8435.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqmjKv9BY1c/ToM8s8xGdYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/FjOVOtsv1LM/s320/DSCF8435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657432299831457154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well the Uk is basking in sunshine and I am happy.  I have great news but don't dare reveal it yet as to jinx it.  Actually two bits of exciting news..  So stay tuned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Have you ever had faith in someone and believed in them, when it seems they can't quite believe in themselves.  Or perhaps can't see what you see? Well you are not alone there.  Sometimes you just have to see the good no matter what.  Sod the rest.  Its not worth anything.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So looks like the lastest place to visit on a Wednesday is Wabi in Horsham.  Cocktails are 4£.  Guess where I am going?   Will try and not get too messy.  Emphasis on try of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-5068800544714613119?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/5068800544714613119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2011/09/sun-is-shining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/5068800544714613119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/5068800544714613119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2011/09/sun-is-shining.html' title='Sun is shining.'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqmjKv9BY1c/ToM8s8xGdYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/FjOVOtsv1LM/s72-c/DSCF8435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-2258912224208158019</id><published>2011-09-26T07:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T07:27:02.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebirth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nCp3B856sH8/ToCIQ3_2KTI/AAAAAAAAANs/ATeFdAR2UE0/s1600/IMAG0059.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nCp3B856sH8/ToCIQ3_2KTI/AAAAAAAAANs/ATeFdAR2UE0/s320/IMAG0059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656670955468368178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow it really has been a while.  I dont even really know where to start to be honest.. SO much has happened that really it all seems like a dream.  What I thought was real wasn't and visa versa.  But its really not worth going into so will leave it at that.  The past is the past.  From now on its the present and future all the way.. No more obstacles to block my path.  So out of hibernation I come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of you know I have been doing an accounting course.  I am please to say that so far I have passed all my exams and now into the computerised bit.  Really loving it and still painting to boot.  Although I have been rather slack at getting the commissions out that seem to be mounting, so apologies to those who are still waiting.  DOH..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO, As I am newly single,,, yes SINGLE... seems I am attracting a few nut jobs along the way.  Like flys to fly paper.  WHY????  ARGH...  This weekend was no exception.  I am all new to this and not sure where to start really.  SO keeping my head down and focusing on school , kids and art etc..  Oh and the gym...  Seems a great place to get rid of that pent up energy.  SO if any of you want to paint the town red let me know.  I want to go dancing!!!  SO bad..  Where does one go? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;karen x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-2258912224208158019?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/2258912224208158019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2011/09/rebirth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2258912224208158019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2258912224208158019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2011/09/rebirth.html' title='Rebirth'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nCp3B856sH8/ToCIQ3_2KTI/AAAAAAAAANs/ATeFdAR2UE0/s72-c/IMAG0059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-2217297755770230734</id><published>2011-03-13T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T03:33:39.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LodcFMjiTH8/TXydWCX5ZbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/O6rg-0HvW-o/s1600/179872_1592481778620_1433161682_31519011_6379696_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LodcFMjiTH8/TXydWCX5ZbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/O6rg-0HvW-o/s320/179872_1592481778620_1433161682_31519011_6379696_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583510639952356786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what have I been up to you ask? Well I could tell you but then I would have to kill you. Really I have been so busy that I haven't even kept track of what I have been doing.. Does that make sense? My daughter was shot for a bookcover by the lovely &lt;a href="http://www.rostant.com/"&gt;Larry Rostant&lt;/a&gt;. He does photographic illustration.. this is a shot he did of Aria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thought I would share. xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-2217297755770230734?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/2217297755770230734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2011/03/photographer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2217297755770230734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2217297755770230734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2011/03/photographer.html' title='Photographer'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LodcFMjiTH8/TXydWCX5ZbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/O6rg-0HvW-o/s72-c/179872_1592481778620_1433161682_31519011_6379696_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-7371082692286283248</id><published>2010-12-05T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T07:29:14.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GET BIDDING NOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div class="newsImageContainer" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div class="newsInnerImageContainer" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/Data_Images/2010_11_15_9_10_image_(616)_canvas%20image.gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="newsBody" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;The Willow Foundation and British artist, Julie-Anne Gilburt have teamed up to create an exhibition of 20x20 cm canvases, each created by a different star. Well known faces from the worlds of sport, art, design, fashion, music and entertainment have drawn on their artistic skills in aid of the charity. The result is a fun, colourful and enlightening exhibition at the Catto Gallery, Hampstead, which will be open to the public from 2 to 5 December 2010 and an online auction running from 26 November to 6 December.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_1226" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_1226" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="heading" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 1.1em; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 141, 141); display: block; "&gt;The Online Auction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="boldItem" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; display: inline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 152); "&gt;Opened 26 November 2010 &lt;br /&gt;Closes 6 December 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;More than 300 canvases are being sold online through our eBay auction, which is open now, with bidding closing on 6 December 2010.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="heading" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 1.1em; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 141, 141); display: block; "&gt;CLICK ON THE CATEGORIES BELOW TO SEE THE HUNDREDS OF CANVASES UP FOR GRABS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Get bidding from now to buy some unique and unusual Christmas presents.  You'll find &lt;em style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; "&gt;bid now&lt;/em&gt; links in all the categories listed below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="smallprint" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 0.8em; "&gt;Please note: when you register, your details will be held on our database in accordance with the Data Protection Act (1998). We will not disclose or share personal information supplied by you, with any third-party organisation without your consent. From time to time we may contact you to keep you informed about the Willow Foundation's progress and activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="heading" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 1.1em; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 141, 141); display: block; "&gt;The Public Exhibition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldItem" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; display: inline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 152); "&gt;2 - 5 December&lt;br /&gt;Catto Gallery, 100 Heath Street, Hampstead, London NW3 1DP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catto.co.uk/" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(112, 112, 159); text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; "&gt;www.catto.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Exhibition opening times: &lt;br /&gt;Thu 2 Dec: 3pm - 6pm • Fri 3 &amp;amp; Sat 4 Dec: 10am - 6pm • Sun 5 Dec: 12.30pm - 6pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="smallprint" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 0.8em; "&gt;Stars on Canvas is a fundraising event in aid of the Willow Foundation (registered charity no. 1106746). 80% of proceeds from the auction will go to the charity. 20% of proceeds will go to artist Julie-Anne Gilburt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="smallprint" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 0.8em; "&gt;All canvases have been donated by artists in support of the Willow Foundation. Each was asked to submit an example of their work on a small 20cmx20cm canvas which would be sold at auction to raise money for the charity. The images are therefore a personal expression of the individual artist's style and creativity. In the event that the canvases are not claimed within 28 days of the 5 December 2010, the canvases will not pass to the winner and will remain vested in the Willow Foundation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="smallprint" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 0.8em; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; "&gt;With thanks to those who have provided complimentary goods or services for Stars on Canvas 2010 - Catto Gallery, Clarkes Stationers, Mitsubishi Pencil Co UK Ltd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4044" class="CTN_Image" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/Art.gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4037" class="CTN_Image" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/Art-trio(1).gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4047" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4047" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;span class="boldItem" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; display: inline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 152); "&gt;&lt;span class="boldItem" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; display: inline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 152); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/Art1" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(112, 112, 159); text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span class="boldItem" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; display: inline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 152); "&gt;&lt;span class="boldItem" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; display: inline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 152); "&gt;VIEW ART CANVASES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; including pictures by Dan Baldwin (left), Jamie McCartney (centre), Tracey Emin (right), Richard Long, David Hensel, William de Wilde, Rosie Birtwhistle, Michael Gage and many more ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4039" class="CTN_Image" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/Chefs.gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4042" class="CTN_Image" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/Chefs_trio.gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4048" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4048" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;a class="boldItem" href="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/Chefs" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(112, 112, 159); text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;VIEW CHEF'S CANVASES&lt;/a&gt; including pictures by Jane Asher (left), Jamie Oliver (centre), Ken Hom (right), Phil Vickery and Ken Hom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4046" class="CTN_Image" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/Children's-illustration.gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4038" class="CTN_Image" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/Children's-illustration-trio.gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4049" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4049" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;span class="boldItem" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; display: inline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 152); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/Childrensillustration1" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(112, 112, 159); text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span class="boldItem" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; display: inline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 152); "&gt;VIEW CHILDREN'S ILLUSTRATIONS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; including SpongeBob Squarepants by Stephen Hillenburg (left), Bob the Builder by Keith Chapman (centre), Bananaman by Gordan Tait and Nigel Parkinson (right), Angelina Ballerina by Helen Craig, Jacob the Cat by Nick Sharratt and Dame Jaqueline Wilson and many more ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4043" class="CTN_Image" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/Fashion.gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4034" class="CTN_Image" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/Fashion-trio.gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4060" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4060" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a class="boldItem" href="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/Fashion" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(112, 112, 159); text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;VIEW FASHION CANVASES&lt;/a&gt; including pictures by Zandra Rhodes (left), Nicole Farhi (centre), David Shepherd (right), B.L., Holly Fulton, Peter Jensen and Vanessa Lewis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4040" class="CTN_Image" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/Film.gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4045" class="CTN_Image" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/Film-trio.gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4051" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4051" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;a class="boldItem" href="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/Film" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(112, 112, 159); text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;VIEW FILM CANVASES&lt;/a&gt; including pictures by John Hurt (left), Jude Law (centre), Bob Hoskins (right), Patrick Bergin, Mike Leigh and more ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4036" class="CTN_Image" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/Illustration.gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4035" class="CTN_Image" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/Illustration-trio.gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4052" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4052" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="boldItem" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; display: inline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 152); "&gt;&lt;span class="boldItem" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; display: inline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 152); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/Illustration1" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(112, 112, 159); text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span class="boldItem" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; display: inline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 152); "&gt;&lt;span class="boldItem" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; display: inline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 152); "&gt;VIEW ILLUSTRATIONS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; including pictures by Morten Moreland (left), Giles Andreae (Edward Monkton) (centre), Neil Bennett (right), Neil Kerber, Simone Lia and many more ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4031" class="CTN_Image" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/Music.gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4033" class="CTN_Image" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/Music_trio(2).gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4053" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4053" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;a class="boldItem" href="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/Music1" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(112, 112, 159); text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;VIEW MUSIC CANVASES&lt;/a&gt; including pictures by Stereophonics (left), Cat Stevens (centre), Razorlight (right), Tony Hadley, Roger Daltrey, Blur, David Essex, Fun Lovin' Criminals, The Saturdays and many more ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4041" class="CTN_Image" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/Sport.gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4032" class="CTN_Image" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/Sport-trio.gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4056" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4056" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;span class="boldItem" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; display: inline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 152); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/Sport1" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(112, 112, 159); text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span class="boldItem" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; display: inline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 152); "&gt;VIEW SPORT CANVASES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; including pictures by Michael Vaughan (left), Steven Gerrard (centre), Wayne Rooney (right), Jermain Defoe, Lee Dixon, Bernard Gallagher and many more ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4058" class="CTN_Image" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/TVandPopularCulture.gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4057" class="CTN_Image" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/TV-trio(1).gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4059" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4059" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;a class="boldItem" href="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/TVandPopularCulture1" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(112, 112, 159); text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;VIEW TV AND POPULAR CULTURE CANVASES&lt;/a&gt; including pictures by Ricky Gervais (left), Joanna Lumley (centre), Dawn French (right), Rob Brydon, David Tennant, Stephen Fry, Frank Skinner and many more ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4254" class="CTN_Image" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/All-Stars(1).gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4255" class="CTN_Image" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/All-Stars---final-image.gif" alt="" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4252" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4252" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="boldItem" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; display: inline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 152); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/AllStars" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(112, 112, 159); text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span class="boldItem" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; display: inline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 152); "&gt;VIEW&lt;em style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; "&gt; ALL STARS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; "&gt; All Stars&lt;/em&gt; is a canvas that was created by Julie-Anne Gilburt after the 2008 Stars on Canvas exhibition. It incorporates images of the majority of the canvases that featured in the initial exhibition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4300" class="CTN_HeadLineItem" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 610px; "&gt;&lt;div class="HeadlineTitleDiv " style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(0, 141, 141); float: right; font-size: 1.1em; font-weight: bold; width: 465px; "&gt;Stars on Canavs souvenir programme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="HeadlineImgDiv " style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); width: 121px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(207, 207, 207); border-right-color: rgb(207, 207, 207); border-bottom-color: rgb(207, 207, 207); border-left-color: rgb(207, 207, 207); padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; float: left; margin-bottom: 15px; line-height: 1px; font-size: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-right: 15px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/~/Data_Images/SoC-programme.gif" alt="Stars on Canavs souvenir programme" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; width: inherit; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="HeadlineCopyDiv " style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); width: 465px; float: right; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;rd=1&amp;amp;item=180594188272&amp;amp;ssPageName=STRK:MESC:IT" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(112, 112, 159); text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span class="boldItem" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; display: inline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 152); "&gt;BUY NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="boldItem" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; display: inline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 152); "&gt;£3.00 plus £1 p&amp;amp;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;But the official Stars on Canvas 2010 exhibition programme. This 20cm x 20cm programme features many of the canvases in the exhibition. The perfect stocking filler this Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4253" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4253" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4061" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CP_MAIN_CTRL_4061" class="CTN_Text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; width: 605px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 1em; padding-top: 0.1em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Remember, you will be able to link to the eBay auction for all the canvases from 26 November.  &lt;br /&gt;To register your interest and receive a notification prior to the eBay auction going live, please email your name to &lt;a href="mailto:starsoncanvas@willowfoundation.org.uk" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; color: rgb(112, 112, 159); text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; "&gt;starsoncanvas@willowfoundation.org.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-7371082692286283248?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/7371082692286283248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/12/get-bidding-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7371082692286283248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7371082692286283248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/12/get-bidding-now.html' title='GET BIDDING NOW'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-461254371822399009</id><published>2010-11-29T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:38:10.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glitter and SParkle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/TPN5DVKQYCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/L5wi70a6Uuw/s1600/tintin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/TPN5DVKQYCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/L5wi70a6Uuw/s320/tintin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544908664349941794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Christmas season has already begun.  The first of the parties and hangovers are in full swing.  I should know better at my age.  But those bubbles that taste so nice going down, still pack a wallop.  The weather in the south has been rather cold.  But the crisp blue skies are worth it.  No rain or snow to be seen as of yet.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a show in London along side Tracy Emin!!  It is on Thursday at the Catto gallery in Hampstead.  Will take loads of photos and share them on here as usual.  It is for the Willow Foundation, Which provides terminally ill young adults a day out of their choice.  It is a great charily and started by Bob Wilson and his wife , who lost their daughter some years ago.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is 300 plus canvases available by celebrities of the Art, film, music and tv industries.  Last time I was able to get some great pieces for myself.  It is a one off and great opportunity to acquire a great piece of art by your favourite celeb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They WILL deliver internationally, just get price from the seller.. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to rummage through my closet for something to wear.   Might stick with the little back dress and boots as it is rather cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the latest animal  commission I have done .. Tintin oil on linen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pleasure to do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have also been doing more poppies.. they seem to be very popular.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x k&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-461254371822399009?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/461254371822399009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/11/glitter-and-sparkle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/461254371822399009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/461254371822399009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/11/glitter-and-sparkle.html' title='Glitter and SParkle'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/TPN5DVKQYCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/L5wi70a6Uuw/s72-c/tintin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-2598237972328094539</id><published>2010-09-22T05:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T05:29:29.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn is upon us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/TJn2fcV4i6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sA6kdQpDXBs/s1600/DSC04440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/TJn2fcV4i6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sA6kdQpDXBs/s320/DSC04440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519713838363610018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow what a roller coaster things have been lately. Every day there seems to be something that needs to be done or sorted.  This last weekend saw me attend the lovely Goodwood Revival.  It is a lovely event that sees everyone dress up in their chosen era.  I chose the 50's this year.  It certainly did not disappoint.  There was a circus theme this year which consisted of a bearded lady, small people or midgets as some choose to say.... and rides etc..  All props and costumes retained the old feel with the circus as well.  One cannot begin to capture the smell and noise of the old cars racing around the track or revving in the paddocks.  But I have taken a rather large number of photos, of which I will load up to a site and post the link here.  I met the lovely Murray Walker and had a great chat with him.  I was also lucky enough to indulge in a few bottles of Champagne, all the while people watching..  I cant wait til next year now!!  Hmmmmm what to wear?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On another note..  I have a an arts and crafts fayre to organise bits for in the village.  Will take some photos when I get a bit more together.  Seems all this socializing I have been doing is affecting my painting!  haha  Oh well.. I have the winter for that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/TJnyzJ3E2TI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/f-M7DkJRETo/s1600/DSCF4794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/TJnyzJ3E2TI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/f-M7DkJRETo/s320/DSCF4794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519709778953427250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-2598237972328094539?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/2598237972328094539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/09/autumn-is-upon-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2598237972328094539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2598237972328094539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/09/autumn-is-upon-us.html' title='Autumn is upon us'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/TJn2fcV4i6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sA6kdQpDXBs/s72-c/DSC04440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-9157498051062579720</id><published>2010-09-04T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T04:30:34.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer winding down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/TIItrZ7w0CI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xCJu0CE_D2Q/s1600/DSCF4245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/TIItrZ7w0CI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xCJu0CE_D2Q/s320/DSCF4245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513019117574082594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I arrived at our house in southwest France at the beginning of August.  What would seem like a like a rather comfortable drive turned into a bit of a jaunt as the DVD players in the car packed up!  So I had to endure the usual 'are we there yet?' and ' I am hungry and I need to pee'.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the bickering about what was playing on the ipods..  Not to mentin we had decided to bring the dog, and he it turns out, was the easiest of the lot!  When we arrived, all was lovely.  Until  that is, night fell.  Then it seems every creature and their kin had decided to take up under our floor boards.  I couldnt help but think of Ratatoule and that poor woman shooting her house up.  After a few days of our noisy selfs, it seems they have taken up else where and moved on.  I am sure Hopscotch, our dog has had something to do with it as well.  My belly seems to have grown portly with all the lovely brioche and wine I have been comsuming.  They also do fantastic pizza.  Thankgod I am not one for the atkins diet, or any diet for that matter.  I always remember my Nan telling me to do everything in moderation, and that it seems is what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our initial shock at seeing how much the garden had grown was quickly wiped away by the warmth of the sun.  When it is warm here it really is warm.  With an over abundance of lakes,  trees and mountains on our doorstep, there really is lots to see and do. We spent a lot of time going to the Lac de Vassevire, which is just up the road.  I have even grown used the sight of budgey hammocks as I lay on my towel.  Its so peaceful here and reminds my so much of the 70's growing up in Canada.  I have probably said all this before but it really is so.  There is so much more space than the Uk as well.  Part of me wants to take to living here full time and throw myself into Art and not talk to anyone for years.  Just create..  but I would miss my friends too much. I also love London and Brighton and all they have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a challege cooking on electric again..  I have grown accustomed to cooking immediately and adjusting the temp accordingly.. I had forgotten you had to turn on the element then wait for an hour for it to heat up to cook on... ok I may be exaggerating a bit but it seems like it.  I cant wait til the AGA goes in.  Then I can just stick a dish in and let it casserole away haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have to say that I have realised, is that we in the UK need to recycle more.  Not just food and toiletries but items that we use like televisions.  Just because they have plasma and the bloke up the road has one, do we really need one?  What is wrongwith the old one? It still works, right?  It takes me to the HD thing.  Now I know if you go into a shop the guy will give you a huge speel about how much better it is and so much more clarity and detail... well I just cant see it..  I get the same effect if i put on my glasses.  I remember technicolour,  still my favourite to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right must go and get caught up on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  This flower is in my garden.  I just love the contrast of it agaist the wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-9157498051062579720?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/9157498051062579720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-winding-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/9157498051062579720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/9157498051062579720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-winding-down.html' title='Summer winding down'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/TIItrZ7w0CI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xCJu0CE_D2Q/s72-c/DSCF4245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-1032461150660386577</id><published>2010-07-24T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:30:59.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodwood</title><content type='html'>Hello my lovelies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyone that knows me knows that I love all things cars.  So when I was asked to show a few paintings at the &lt;a href="http://www.vintageatgoodwood.com/home.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Goodwood&lt;/span&gt; Vintage&lt;/a&gt;, I was chuffed to bits.  I thought I would drive yesterday as the kids would be finished school this week and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; a fan of hearing bickering in the back seat.  I took the route along the downs through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Amberley&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Slindon&lt;/span&gt;.  What a lovely route it was.  The landscape was amazing and I could have pictured myself during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Medieval&lt;/span&gt; times on horseback.  Its not a long journey from my house at all and was there within the hour.  As you pull into the grounds you can see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Goodwood&lt;/span&gt; house in the distance.  Scattered about is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;porta&lt;/span&gt; cabin here and there, where they are getting ready for the festival.  I find a little car park beside the house and proceed to walk to the entrance.  It truly is awe inspiring.  I turn to look back at the grounds and try to think of what it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; have been like to reside there without all the cars and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;modernity's&lt;/span&gt;...  As I walk along looking rather lost a man taps the window and smiles at me.  He looks as though he stepped out of time in his full attire.  He guides me in.  I am now standing in this magnificent ballroom, and I cant help but feel the SHINING vibe.  I glance around as if almost hoping to see Jack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nicholson&lt;/span&gt; sitting at the bar.  But NO.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt; ..  I am led up to a reception area.  On the walls I notice the most amazing works of art.  I am drawn to what seems to be a &lt;a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/exhibitions/markrothko/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ROHKO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I finally make it to the reception area and soon realise I am in the wrong bit. The lovely lady then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tells&lt;/span&gt; me where to go.  But being so overwhelmed in my surroundings my head goes completely like vacant cavern..  So she humours me and so kindly draws me a map on where to go.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;  I go back out and drive about the grounds.  passing on the way, older man speeders, on the vacant roads.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; get to where I need to be.  I have to say it must be a fantastic place to work.  Everyone I came across was so happy.  SO if any of you are in the area and are going to Vintage, please check out all the galleries of Art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;                               &lt;strong&gt;ART AT VINTAGE&lt;/strong&gt; - Curated by Ellie Arnold                             &lt;/h3&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;                               ALL ABOARD!                              &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;                               We’ve hardly been able to contain ourselves, but it’s official:                             &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;                               MICK JONES’s ROCK &amp;amp; ROLL PUBLIC LIBRARY                             &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;                               &lt;img class=" " alt="Peter-Blake-Art-Bus" src="http://www.vintageatgoodwood.com/Shared/images/whatson/Content/art/Peter-Blake-Art-Bus.jpg" width="426" height="284" /&gt;                             &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;                               &lt;strong&gt;Vintage at Goodwood&lt;/strong&gt; is proud to present for the first time ever &lt;strong&gt;THE ROCK &amp;amp; ROLL PUBLIC LIBRARY&lt;/strong&gt; aboard the show-stopping &lt;strong&gt;PETER BLAKE CCA ART BUS&lt;/strong&gt;  at this year’s inaugural festival at the Goodwood Estate in West  Sussex, August 13-15. The Clash guitarist and joint frontman’s  rarely-seen personal archive and collection of rock memorabilia will  feature on an original 1980s double-decker redesigned by Sir Peter Blake  in his signature pop art style.                             &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;                               &lt;img class=" " alt="RL-09s" src="http://www.vintageatgoodwood.com/Shared/images/whatson/Content/art/RL-09s.jpg" width="426" height="282" /&gt;                             &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;                               In true Vintage spirit, the on-site art  experience will combine music, fashion and design all curated under one  beautiful (mobile) roof, fulfilling Mick Jones’s ambition to house THE  ROCK &amp;amp; ROLL PUBLIC LIBRARY on a touring bus. Jones’ library  previously launched at Ladbroke Grove Underground in July 2009.                             &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;                               &lt;img class=" " alt="RL-08s" src="http://www.vintageatgoodwood.com/Shared/images/whatson/Content/art/RL-08s.jpg" width="426" height="284" /&gt;                             &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;                               &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mick Jones, former lead guitarist and vocalist for The Clash said:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                             &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;                               &lt;em&gt;“Peter Blake was The One when we were  at art school - he's the father of British Pop Art.  It's an honour to  have my Library on his bus...I'm looking forward to a mobile celebration  of our collective cultural memory.  That's history.“&lt;/em&gt;                             &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;                               &lt;img class=" " alt="RL-05s" src="http://www.vintageatgoodwood.com/Shared/images/whatson/Content/art/RL-05s.jpg" width="426" height="661" /&gt;                             &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;                               &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sir Peter Blake, iconic British pop artist added:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;“Since  launching the Art Bus in May 2009, I’ve found it provides the perfect  location for any artist to display his or her work in a quirky and  intimate setting . We’re honored to partner with Mick Jones at the  Vintage at Goodwood festival and look forward to showcase his collection  of rock star memorabilia. Look out for spontaneous performances to take  place from the bus’ upper deck balcony while videos and records will be  played all day and night downstairs!”&lt;/em&gt;                             &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;                               &lt;img class=" " alt="RL-02s" src="http://www.vintageatgoodwood.com/Shared/images/whatson/Content/art/RL-02s.jpg" width="426" height="287" /&gt;                             &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;                               &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wayne Hemingway, co-founder of Vintage at Goodwood said:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;“We  are honoured to feature two of my cultural heroes at Vintage at  Goodwood. As a collector of cultural memorabilia myself I am personally  excited by Mick Jones’ illustrious rock archive and being able to view  it a top Sir Peter Blake’s brilliant art bus is pretty cool; Vintage is a  perfect fit for these two iconic British artists to feature at what we  believe will be the best summer festival in Britain. (Well it better had  be after all the work we have put into it!) Mick Jones and Sir Peter  Blake truly encompass the best of British in the arts and music world  and their contributions to past and future musicians will be recognized  at Vintage at Goodwood.”&lt;/em&gt;                             &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;                               POP GOES THE EASEL!                             &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;                               Inspired by the bohemian high jinks of  yesteryear, we will be hosting a 60s art school, where you can get in  tune with your creative side, attend a masterclass, or drop in on  artists, musicians and designers in converstation about their misspent  youth...                             &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;                               MANNEQUINS ON PARADE                             &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;                               &lt;img class=" " alt="mannequins" src="http://www.vintageatgoodwood.com/Shared/images/whatson/Content/art/mannequins.jpg" width="426" height="253" /&gt;                             &lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;                               Our heroes from the worlds of music, art,  design and fashion will be customising dummies for VINTAGE - all to  raise funds for Oxfam, our charity partner.  Coming soon to a thrift  store near you, the mannequins will be reunited at Goodwood for a shop  window display the likes of which you’ve never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;karen xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-1032461150660386577?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/1032461150660386577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/07/goodwood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/1032461150660386577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/1032461150660386577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/07/goodwood.html' title='Goodwood'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-1809863590985042798</id><published>2010-07-14T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T11:38:21.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intentions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/TD4DiyTmWrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/E4DMknKMKuU/s1600/william_burroughs_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/TD4DiyTmWrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/E4DMknKMKuU/s320/william_burroughs_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493832491592997554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by sharing my dream last night with you.  I was younger than I am now, not by much but was a teenager...  ;)  I was playing in a field with a friend.  We were jumping off of hay bales into tall meadow grass with wild flowers.  Not sure how long the hay bales had been there or why they were there but it looked as though someone had tried to construct a house and had given up.  The sun was just about to go down and everything had a soft glow to it. I could here the foxes playing and owls beginning to emerge.   We decided we had better wander home as we were getting hungry.  Along the way we found a large mirrored disco ball discarded by the side of the road.  We thought how lovely it would look hanging from our tree in the back garden.  So we went about trying to dislodge it.  It slowly came free and began to roll towards our house.  Now when I say our house, I have no idea who I was with but I knew we were related somehow and that we lived in the same house..  No sooner had we got it into the house and in the back garden, did the doorbell ring.  I went to get the door and it was an old man.  I had recognised him as William Burroughs.  He reached into his bag he had slung across his body and pulled out a camera.  I was slightly relieved it wasn't a gun..... 'Here', he said 'I have something for you, it belongs to you'  I reached my hand out and felt the weight of the camera.  Black with a silver edge and older looking, but unmistakeably belonging to me.  I looked up at him and smiled. He gave me a crooked smile in return and closed his bag.  I began flipping the camera around in my hand, lost in its marvel.  When I looked up Mr Burroughs had gone.  I shut the door..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I am meant to be taking photos instead of painting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started reading 'Junkie ' so that is why perhaps he is at the forefront of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I need to tackle a marathon of painting.  Here's to hoping my mojo is on top form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have download the new Eminem album so will let you know what I think of it, with out using naughty words... well maybe one or two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my  children got into trouble for squirting a joke camera at a teacher.  Even after saying sorry and writing an apology, it was seemed not good enough.. Now I can see if it was done with intent and malicious but this was all in jest and for this particular teacher to have been sprayed, they must have thought her 'in the gang' .  A detention was issued.  pththththth  big dislike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely Charles Runcie who bought my poppy painting is having it framed.  I cant wait to see it all finished.  They always look so much better with the right packaging and in situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long til we head out to France!  Very excited to be able to chill and enjoy the sun, drink wine, paint, swim, .....  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen out xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-1809863590985042798?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/1809863590985042798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/07/intentions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/1809863590985042798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/1809863590985042798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/07/intentions.html' title='Intentions'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/TD4DiyTmWrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/E4DMknKMKuU/s72-c/william_burroughs_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-4761687542999978889</id><published>2010-07-05T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T05:10:48.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/TDHLcL07OJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VrJLI39y02A/s1600/DSCF2119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/TDHLcL07OJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VrJLI39y02A/s320/DSCF2119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490393105812895890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would get typing a bit while my house is quiet.   Having just dropped of my mate to the airport to go back to Australia, I am due another lot on Tuesday.  PHEW.  I have been battling this lovely cough as well.  I swear in the last three weeks I have coughed up another human being.  WOW!  I have never known such a thing.  I never get a chesty cough either.  I figure if you could bottle it, it would give the people from Superglue a run for their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sale of Cadburys to Kraft, I see Tate and Lyle is now to be sold as well.  AGH!!  But on a positive note, I see BBC is keeping the radio station 6 music.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have been boxing up paintings and getting them to their new owners.  All ready for another batch. I am taking a hiatus this summer from shows as I need to get caught up on the commissions!   I am so lucky! Love you all for it , how lucky am I that I get to do what makes me smile xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I will be having 13, 13year olds in my house for my daughters 13th birthday.  I cant believe she is now in the teen years!  Makes you reflect over the years , how really quickly they have gone.  She is getting a lovely set of braces on in September!  haha she is going to love me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here admiring my lovely foot with its puncture marks on.... three in a row......YES I dropped a fork on my foot and it landed straight up...  Looks ludicrous and only I could have done such a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wimbledon was fantastic this year!  We should really be proud of Andy Murray for trying so hard against Nadal.....  I wont be saying anything about the footie except they should have a camera at the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep forgetting to go strawberry picking!  AGH!!  The one I used to go to is no longer there and I keep getting side tracked.  I do have a few in the garden but seriously not enough for all.  Wonder if I still have enough time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why of why do they resurface roads they way they do here?  I am surrounded by this at the moment in Henfield.  I now have a chip in my windscreen and I am sure countless marks on my paint job.  No one ever goes the recommended 20 mph.  Unless they are 100.  GRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have to say, the pensioners around here I have decided see 60 as 30....  That's all I am saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I went the Hard Rock Calling Festival!  Fab time.  Think next time though I might go to a smaller one..  just getting too big.. Cant see anything and get crushed in the meantime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-4761687542999978889?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/4761687542999978889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/07/ramblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/4761687542999978889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/4761687542999978889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/07/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/TDHLcL07OJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VrJLI39y02A/s72-c/DSCF2119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-1186641263390282164</id><published>2010-06-19T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T10:56:03.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/TB0EgoOj_bI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RxsVsJ9mugI/s1600/32489_423906909702_679519702_5496243_5627148_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/TB0EgoOj_bI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RxsVsJ9mugI/s320/32489_423906909702_679519702_5496243_5627148_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484544879807954354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo taken by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; (just had to share it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I do see it has been a while since my last post, which could only mean one thing......I have been busy as a bee.&lt;br /&gt;I have had my brother and his girlfriend over from Canada for a visit.  It was fab and I showed them Brighton.  The weather was fantastic as well.  Wait I already said this before in my other post...  LOSING IT!&lt;br /&gt;I have also been rather scatty brained as well. ( as you have just seen) Not sure if it the sign of whats to come but I will just go with it for now.  Here is an example.  .........I go upstairs and see someone has put dirty clothes in the loo.  After quizzing the children I go about my usual business..  Then it happens again...only I caught the culprit mid act....ME..  You see the laundry hamper is right near the toilet and I have had a lot on my mind....  silly sod!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have had a friend over from Australia and we have been catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week saw the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Henfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; garden and arts in my garden as one of the venues.  I had lots to get into order..  I am pleased to say it was a success and 6 paintings over all were sold..  Chuffed to bits really.    Not sure when the next event will be yet..  Might take a breather from it next year and exhibit in someone Else's garden for a change... that would be lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have developed this awful cough.. No cold just this mucus that is like glue in my lungs.  It has been going about the village..  I have made this mixture of onions, garlic and ginger and oregano.. so warning not to come around me for a while!  Hopefully this will work.  I may be grabbing at straws but am willing to give anything a go at this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going tot he Hard Rock Calling festival at Hyde Park soon.. Should be a great time.  Cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is starting to look like a furniture shop with all things ready for us to take to France.  I have stubbed toes and tripped on countless things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else thought they were about to be attacked by a swarm of bees from the sound of the south &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;African&lt;/span&gt; horn?  I would spell the name but last time I called it a vulva so will refrain form that! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BP&lt;/span&gt; you need to clean up your act there rather quickly... oh and Obama who so aptly names it as BRITISH PETROLEUM I guess forgets that the US owns 39% of the company..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-1186641263390282164?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/1186641263390282164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/06/june.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/1186641263390282164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/1186641263390282164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/06/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/TB0EgoOj_bI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RxsVsJ9mugI/s72-c/32489_423906909702_679519702_5496243_5627148_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-4442715844573700647</id><published>2010-05-25T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:28:17.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun and sand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S_t6m35nCKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_6l3TPlfrGY/s1600/DSC_0287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S_t6m35nCKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_6l3TPlfrGY/s320/DSC_0287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475104580258171042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have been super busy as of late.  Mostly enjoying the lovely weather and pottering about finishing a few commissions.  I Have my garden open again this year for the local Gardens and Arts.  I have to say I have been somewhat rather slack on the garden front.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.  But it looks lovely still.  The wisteria on the front of the house is in full bloom and looks breathtaking.  Even the Clematis and roses are starting too.  I have had my brother and his girlfriend over from Canada for a visit.  It has been great seeing the UK through their eyes.  You realise you take a lot of things for granted really.  I took them to the local beach and we sat there and all got burnt, as you do..  I curse my factor 50 for not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; itself perfectly even  on my body.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.  We have had some great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;barbeque's&lt;/span&gt; as well,  just hope this weather lasts a bit longer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I am painting another Stag.  I also have a few more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cockerels&lt;/span&gt; to complete and my bluebell woods. I suppose I had better get cracking really as I only have three more weeks.  But who can turn down such lovely weather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-4442715844573700647?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/4442715844573700647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/05/sun-and-sand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/4442715844573700647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/4442715844573700647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/05/sun-and-sand.html' title='Sun and sand...'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S_t6m35nCKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_6l3TPlfrGY/s72-c/DSC_0287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-7677441575955897055</id><published>2010-05-04T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T09:56:11.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Bogies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-BQi8ilGzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Tq8BR0HOsbM/s1600/DSC_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-BQi8ilGzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Tq8BR0HOsbM/s320/DSC_0188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467458508924721970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right I have to ask this, how long is the right time to leave before you tell someone they have eye bogies?  Now if it is a good friend, I of course will tell them almost immediately.  But what if I myself dont notice right away, then half way through the conversation it dawns on me they are there in their full glory.  I cant tell them now or they will think I have been staring at them the whole time so will feel like a tit.  I mean how many times have you come home and looked in the mirror to half your lunch around your chops?  Bearing in mind you have been to the bank, shops and school and not one single person told you about it!  haha  It reminds me of the time when I walked my daughter to school.  You see I use a tumble dryer rather than hang things out on a line to dry.  Mainly because I have hay fever and am a lazy cow. Anyway, I had washed and dried this particular load of blacks.  I pull out my cardigan in quick fashion as I was late to get to the school.  I suddenly have this tap on my shoulder and its my neighbour telling me she could see something swinging behind me all the way to school.  I of course was now in the playground in full view of everyone.  On my back swinging was my black lacy bra!  hooked on my cardi!  haha see what I mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway not to change subject but, I have finished a lovely poppy fields painting and started my online shop live finally.  I am pleased so far at what there is on offer and hope to get a few more things up as soon as possible.  I too have ordered a few bits.  Having my image on a watch is pretty cool and I am chuffed to bits about it.  Tell all your friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh here is the link to it. click on the hearts  &lt;a href="http://www.snappygifts.co.uk/karenburtart/"&gt;  ♥   ♥   ♥   ♥  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-7677441575955897055?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/7677441575955897055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/05/eye-bogies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7677441575955897055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7677441575955897055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/05/eye-bogies.html' title='Eye Bogies'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-BQi8ilGzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Tq8BR0HOsbM/s72-c/DSC_0188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-5516119225213983789</id><published>2010-04-16T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:57:34.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S8ikrlk31nI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1n5AoaIgZJ4/s1600/humskull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S8ikrlk31nI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1n5AoaIgZJ4/s320/humskull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460795616914822770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided I am going to raffle off one of my canvas tote bags with my skull/hummingbird on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To enter please go to&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Karen-Burt/47230364465?ref=ts"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Karen-Burt/47230364465?ref=ts"&gt; http://www.facebook.com/pages/Karen-Burt/47230364465?ref=ts&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;join and leave a comment.  It will be on for a week.  I will get my daughter to pull the winner out of a hat.  Open to worldwide.  Just a bit of fun to liven things up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy painting xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-5516119225213983789?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/5516119225213983789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/04/competition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/5516119225213983789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/5516119225213983789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/04/competition.html' title='Competition'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S8ikrlk31nI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1n5AoaIgZJ4/s72-c/humskull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-6580149347821197743</id><published>2010-04-14T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:06:34.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me....</title><content type='html'>Go on and ask me a question..           click &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/karenannburt"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Ask%20me%20anything%20http://formspring.me/karenannburt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-6580149347821197743?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/6580149347821197743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/04/ask-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6580149347821197743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6580149347821197743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/04/ask-me.html' title='Ask me....'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-2105835482986640647</id><published>2010-04-12T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:16:53.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S8QKFN-vpiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jCb_X3f0Amk/s1600/26157_391329145792_592705792_4164842_8264409_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S8QKFN-vpiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jCb_X3f0Amk/s320/26157_391329145792_592705792_4164842_8264409_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459499733048337954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind has been having a field day at night again.  Its funny what is so trivial in the day is a mountain at night.  It has been hard for me to focus lately, might be because the kids have been off of school and I keep getting sidetracked.  I have a few visitors coming this spring so trying to think ahead of what I will need.  Also is our French home which needs a few more bits to kit it out.  Thinking about taking the piano there as would get more time to tinker.  See what I mean about trivial...... Also I have opened our garden this year for the gardens and arts, so I am doing a mental list of what I need to organise.  Like who I would like to have exhibit their work.  I already have confirmed a few and have tackled the start of the garden.  Which I must say is looking rather lovely.  Except for my pots that have caught the frost this year.  Bloody things, they were supposed to have been frost proof.  I awoke this morning wishing I was ten.  Life was so much easier then.  Before 'divorce' .  All I would have to worry about was homework, *sigh*......My daughter had a sleepover last night.... I could hear them giggling, it was lovely and reminded me of sleep overs at my friends house next door in her basement.  Singing ABBA into a hairbrush.........Naivety ..........phoning random people and telling them jokes before hanging up on them, like, is your fridge running?  better go and catch it then..... but that was before caller id.. But this was a time when you used to let your kids out to play and wander about.  I remember going down to a large pond with my brother and pretending to be Huckleberry Finn.  we made a raft and explored trees.  We were gone hours!  Without the need for computers or phones....  Is there still a world like this?  Do people actually communicate in the flesh anymore?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; as I type this on my laptop.....twat! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I thought I might share a drunken photo of me scaling the train wall in London when I went with the girls a couple of weeks ago.  It had to be done.  We all had a bash and I was captured.  I still have some rebellion in me yet.  Of course I do!  Speaking of which poor &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;MALCOLM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MACLAREN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  RIP. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day and try and live in the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-2105835482986640647?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/2105835482986640647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/04/insomnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2105835482986640647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2105835482986640647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/04/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S8QKFN-vpiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jCb_X3f0Amk/s72-c/26157_391329145792_592705792_4164842_8264409_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-6535136131132114990</id><published>2010-04-07T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T10:56:40.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>winding paths</title><content type='html'>When someone said years ago to me that Geminis have two sides, I was quick to dismiss.  But now as I am older I believe they do, or at least me.  I seem to live two lives.  One in my head and the other in real life.  In my head the world is a better place and I am content.  I am doing what I want and crave.  It seems so easy and obtainable, pure bliss.  But am I dreaming about this Utopia all too much and not living in the now?  Perhaps a bit of both.    I have always fought the Nomadic me.  It has been so hard to have stayed in one place for so long.  Some times I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;struggle&lt;/span&gt; so hard not to 'move on' .  It is a test of my strength and I must endure this to get to the next stage.  Of course I am talking of Parenthood.  It was a late decision but I am thankful for them, when they are not bickering...... But when my time is finished rearing them,  I shall drift again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find my self reflecting today.  Tomorrow will be different I am sure.  My mind is awash with ideas, words and images that seem to be like a giant puzzle.   (I have yet to find the corner pieces)  But I will I am sure of it.  I am a stubborn soul and will not give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I stay on the road, just glancing out of the corner of my eye the little lanes forking off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; this is probably not making any sense to you what so ever...  but I get it..perhaps one day you will as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-6535136131132114990?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/6535136131132114990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/04/winding-paths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6535136131132114990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6535136131132114990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/04/winding-paths.html' title='winding paths'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-7861323860907050759</id><published>2010-04-04T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T11:30:02.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NUTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S7jabsoG0sI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MOo45pck13w/s1600/show_image_in_imgtag.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S7jabsoG0sI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MOo45pck13w/s320/show_image_in_imgtag.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456351117930058434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today of all Easter days has been adventurous.  This morning started with an Easter egg hunt around the garden and the unveiling of the easter baskets..  The afternoon consisted of children bouncing off the walls and me  with a tooth ache and belly ache. haha serves me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Grand Prix this am.  I still cant help but think something is missing with this not refueling lark.  I mean come on, now they are trying to drum up entertainment from wheel nuts.  Really!  Gone are the days of hoses getting stuck in the cars in the pit stops and setting cars and men alight.  Also , another thing I have noticed is the slow speed some are doing. Well when I say slow, I don't mean in regards to what you and I would do on a normal road, I am talking track speed.  They are trying to save fuel as they cant stop so aren't going as fast nor over taking as much. Of course I still love to watch it, but there is something missing. That all I am saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got my Goodwood revival outfit already for this year.  Its a 50's swing dress.  I shall be armed with my camera to take loads of pics of all the old cars.  I cant wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muah x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-7861323860907050759?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/7861323860907050759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/04/nuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7861323860907050759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7861323860907050759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/04/nuts.html' title='NUTS'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S7jabsoG0sI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MOo45pck13w/s72-c/show_image_in_imgtag.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-9099474077735598946</id><published>2010-04-01T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T01:26:31.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHINING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S7RYeYCzQJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bJ4GXuS3ETs/s1600/DSC03560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S7RYeYCzQJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bJ4GXuS3ETs/s320/DSC03560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455082327526031506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have awoken to the blazing of the sun.  At first I was not sure it was real as it has been so elusive as of late.  haha.  Can this be the start of Spring?  I can hear the birds doing their Dawn Chorus........nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I tried to explain politics to my 7 year old.  After a lengthy discussion she turns to me and says.. " Well I just hope that MR Westminster doesnt get in.."  haha My job is done..  I tell you I should have been a teacher. haha.. Kids would be walking around thinking babies come out of a magic button that the doctor puts on you in hospital and the Easter Bunny would be King of all Bunnies living in Narnia.  *sigh*  Wish I was 7................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have added a Tree trunk to the painting as you see.. Next is a mouse... any other suggestions are welcomed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are off school now for Easter.  I am all stocked up and have managed to not eat the supplies.. PHEW&gt;  I cant wait to Paint today.  I have a few  puppies to paint and a couple of kitty cats.. Not  to mention a cockeral I have started as well.  Lots of events coming up soon so I need to crack on and get a little bit organised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well must love you and leave you.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-9099474077735598946?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/9099474077735598946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/04/shining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/9099474077735598946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/9099474077735598946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/04/shining.html' title='SHINING'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S7RYeYCzQJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bJ4GXuS3ETs/s72-c/DSC03560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-8393518732366373731</id><published>2010-03-29T05:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T06:02:57.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WILMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S7Cj8AYIBrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WuwXNZj9bQ0/s1600/DSC03558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S7Cj8AYIBrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WuwXNZj9bQ0/s320/DSC03558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454039400034338482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is little Wilma that I have been working on.  She is a Lahsa-poo.  Very sweet and full of gusto!  She has been a treat to paint.  Oil on canvas by the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am back from a girlie weekend away in London.  We conquered Covent Garden and gave the Rikshaw boys a run for their money.  Haha..  The only problem is, I have returned exhausted and need a holiday just to recoop! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all enjoyed the sauna and pool and the lush food feast that seemed to be everywhere.  I most likely have put on a few pounds but it was well worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is not too special today and I cant wait for sun!  So where is it I ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids will soon be off for Easter!  mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm  which means more choccy for me to pilfer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://terrisfp1.com/holidays/chick.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EASTER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well must dash&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-8393518732366373731?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/8393518732366373731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/03/wilma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/8393518732366373731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/8393518732366373731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/03/wilma.html' title='WILMA'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S7Cj8AYIBrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WuwXNZj9bQ0/s72-c/DSC03558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-2086644851082409621</id><published>2010-03-25T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T07:08:21.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLocks go forward.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S6ttSz66prI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ltK1QF9Qi1w/s1600/IMAG0941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S6ttSz66prI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ltK1QF9Qi1w/s320/IMAG0941.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452571943804511922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for all you Brits, just a gentle reminder that our clocks jump forward this weekend. I wouldnt mind normally but this weekend I am off on a girlie weekend in London.  So we actually lose an hour!! AGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the painting I have been working on , lots to do but you get the drift of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter is soon upon us, and that means lots of belly aches for me while I pilfer my childrens easter baskets..  This year is even worse as I have started early and hoarded treats for their baskets.. And already the stash is slowly diminishing!  Oh and YES I still use easter baskets..  I refuse to buy the over packaged eggs, that when you open them they crumble to nothing as they are so thin.  So I fill theirs with many different bits and bobs. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. as I write this I have worked my way through a mini eggs bag, Cadburys of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well must dash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post a pic soon of the doggie I am working on&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-2086644851082409621?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/2086644851082409621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/03/clocks-go-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2086644851082409621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2086644851082409621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/03/clocks-go-forward.html' title='CLocks go forward.........'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S6ttSz66prI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ltK1QF9Qi1w/s72-c/IMAG0941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-6544205471270255354</id><published>2010-03-17T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:13:49.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chitty chat chat</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when wee ones rattle on, you tend to tune out.  Especially if its a wee boy in question.  Today however,  Maia said something quite funny.  Walking by the tin opener she paused.  Then she turned and said ' who invented the tin opener?  Was is Frankenstein?'  I immediately knew what she meant.  She meant Einnstein.  However he didnt invent it either, I am sure.  Haha , I would just like to know what her world must be like.  With Frankenstein inventing tin openers and Dracula inventing the phone, who is there about to scare everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I stared a new painting.  Its of a Blythe doll and for a special someone.  I havent painted dolls  in years, so its been an interesting day.  Here is what I have done so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S6EvLKlueNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HnFgs2b7gSQ/s1600-h/IMAG0937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S6EvLKlueNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HnFgs2b7gSQ/s320/IMAG0937.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449688892962666706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After yesterdays lovely sun, I was all geared up for some today.. The morning was a bit hazy but I waited all day for the sun to break through....  it didnt :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes mothers day just passed here.  I was served a lovely breakfast in bed.  There was toast, fruit, coffee and a box of chocolates.  Guess which one I scoffed!!  YES, you guessed right.  I ate the whole Cadburys box and felt sick for the rest of the day..  But I ask you, What would you have chosen?  It just kept staring at me in the face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really good that I got cracking in the studio today..  I swear my body clock is still in a different time zone.  I still, after all these years tend to be a night owl.  But somewhere in the world I am a morning person.  haha   That is what I tell myself anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well best be rolling........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy painting.....xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-6544205471270255354?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/6544205471270255354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/03/chitty-chat-chat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6544205471270255354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6544205471270255354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/03/chitty-chat-chat.html' title='chitty chat chat'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S6EvLKlueNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HnFgs2b7gSQ/s72-c/IMAG0937.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-724281047568686525</id><published>2010-03-17T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T05:46:13.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WW2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S6DNIOGaYuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hPtEgLzCyGE/s1600-h/DSCF3371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S6DNIOGaYuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hPtEgLzCyGE/s320/DSCF3371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449581090225939170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in the sudio today trying to get caught up in all my paintings.. But I seem to be going backwards rather than forwards haha..  I think I need a couple of late nights on the attack.&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure where the time goes but it seems to be speeding up I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been the most lovley , with all the flowers looking like they might actually bud at long last.  It seems as though this has been the longest of winters ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is studying  WW2 at school  We have managed to find for her to take in a remnant of german bomb, and old metal matchbox and a tiddlywinks game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S6DOXSe6GHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/j_BZRtxF7Oc/s1600-h/DSCF3368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S6DOXSe6GHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/j_BZRtxF7Oc/s320/DSCF3368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449582448612087922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure she won the show and tell this week haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent got anything funny and witty to share today..  My head is all full of turps and my belly is grumbling.  SO off I dash to get myself a cuppa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try and write some things this evening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-724281047568686525?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/724281047568686525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/03/ww2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/724281047568686525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/724281047568686525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/03/ww2.html' title='WW2'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S6DNIOGaYuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hPtEgLzCyGE/s72-c/DSCF3371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-5942148321569862349</id><published>2010-02-25T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:33:50.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crusty Crab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S4cIgchPrAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XFVHjYim7no/s1600-h/n535851494_1624172_2498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S4cIgchPrAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XFVHjYim7no/s320/n535851494_1624172_2498.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442328028205001730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How rude of me.  I had forgotten to put my little dining experience adventure on here.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Well I have just returned from my fine dining experience at the CRUSTY CRAB. (in Lennon's bedroom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was greeted at the door and asked if I was alone? Well of course I was! The first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; thing I noticed was the lovely mood lighting set with car light donning the walls. Then for entertainment in the corner I could just make out Power Rangers on the TV. I was ushered to my table, with which sat a lovely girl already. Her name was Aria and she had been accosted from the bedroom next door. We were then offered a menu from the lovely Maia, who looked very familiar to me. ;) On the menu, was a choice of Crabby Patties, small, double or Monster. There was also a salad, fries, soda and hot chocolate. I chose the double Crabby Patty with a side salad and soda. Shortly later, I was approached by whom I was told was the owner of this establishment. His name was Lennon. He was wearing full chef outfit and kind of reminded me of a young Gordon Ramsay, without the abuse of course. He told me my dinner was on the house. I was most impressed. My dinner arrived on a lovely tray that looked very much like a book I had read to my children. ;) I bantered back and forth with my companion at the table and we both agreed it was a lovely place. When it was time to leave we were even given a sticker that was shiny on our shirts. I think the place deserves 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Michelin&lt;/span&gt; stars for sure! Will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be going back there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-5942148321569862349?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/5942148321569862349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/02/crusty-crab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/5942148321569862349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/5942148321569862349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/02/crusty-crab.html' title='Crusty Crab'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S4cIgchPrAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XFVHjYim7no/s72-c/n535851494_1624172_2498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-2601630775848775396</id><published>2010-02-25T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T02:36:23.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RATM</title><content type='html'>when Rage Against the Machine stated they were going to hold a free concert for making them Christmas number one,  I was quite eager to get my hands on a ticket.  When they announced you had to register first hand and then load a photo for approval, I did so.  I received my number to put into the site when the tickets were released.  So that morning, I waited and set my alarm to not miss out.  Which, if anyone knows me its  easy, as I am easily distracted!  I logged in to the site and noticed it kept on crashing.  I opened a few different browsers and waited......waited......  25 minutes after the said time I was in.  Bearing in mind I was doing other things at the same time and the fact that I had even noticed it had gone to the other page was amazing.  Anyway, I put my number in , but then noticed there was a slot for another number.  Then it dawned on me, every single ticket had to have a photo on.  Not, two people going in on one ticket like I had assumed.  Bugger!  I would have no time what so ever to upload another photo and get that approved.  So now I have a solo ticket for me!  I am sure if I read the small print I would have noticed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.   I am now on the quest to find any others that may have gotten a ticket.  If not then I will be going solo! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AGH&lt;/span&gt;! Serves me right for rushing into things again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to go into the studio and get tucked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;into a&lt;/span&gt; few more paintings.  Which reminds me I have no ink left in my printer. Why do they make them so small?  Such a nuisance really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the Killer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whale&lt;/span&gt; in Florida has yet again killed a person.  So why do they insist on keeping them in captivity? It brings me back to the pet owners that think their pet wont hurt anyone.  How do they know?  You cant read people so why does it seem different with animals? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my turps are calling so cheerio for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-2601630775848775396?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/2601630775848775396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/02/ratm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2601630775848775396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2601630775848775396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/02/ratm.html' title='RATM'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-9113335588413404679</id><published>2010-02-23T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:38:06.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiskers and Fur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S4QszcQ8E1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/C54J1ShzTLE/s1600-h/tala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S4QszcQ8E1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/C54J1ShzTLE/s320/tala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441523512042591058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes before I forget I thought I should share my new little venture.  After many a request I have decided to do pet portraits.  As pets dont usually sit still very long, I will have to work from a photograph.  So it will be up to you to capture that lovely shot and mail it to me.  It works best as a close up and of good quality to print.  More whimsical ideas would be if your pet is looking up or has one paw out.  Something different from the norm where I may add a butterfly or a bird.  Here is an idea of what I mean, but bear in mind I have not quite finished the butterfly yet.  This is  my friends Ginette and Aidans little Tala.  As I paint in oils, the painting will need to dry for a while.  Just thought I would say this as some people may expect it the next day.  I quite enjoy painting little furry things, I watch them come to life slowly on the canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any enquiries you can contact me on :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karenannburt@aol.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Love xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-9113335588413404679?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/9113335588413404679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/02/whiskers-and-fur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/9113335588413404679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/9113335588413404679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/02/whiskers-and-fur.html' title='Whiskers and Fur'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S4QszcQ8E1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/C54J1ShzTLE/s72-c/tala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-7198548093814890865</id><published>2010-02-23T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:25:52.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock</title><content type='html'>Living in a small town can have its good points and bad points.  The good points are hard not to  miss, with their local shops and friendly faces.  On the other hand underneath the surface lays a gossip sect!  You might accidentally fall on your path outside your home but three days later its around the village you have been in a nasty car accident.  haha . The tales spun can be truly magnificent in their own right.  Another thing that seems to be a village thing is the way nobody says anything to your face.  Or the jealousy and envy for those that seem to be doing well.  I can really only put it down to their lack of experience in outside village life and not ever having witnessed different cultures as well as having nothing better to do.   Its quite sad ignorance is still so prevalent in our society. I have to say not all are like this and I have come across some fantastic people.  I am blessed to have such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt; friends in my life.   Its just a shame a few wreck it for all.   Perhaps it is a global thing.   Quite often opinions are formed without seeing the whole story, conversation...etc..  Imagine if you hadn't read the ending to 'Of Mice and Men' .  Thank god these people are not running our judicial system or many a lamb would have been thrown to the slaughter.  And we would all be walking about with knifes protruding from our backs! HMMMMM  wonder if this will be printed and posted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, spring is finally around the corner.  I did see a few ducks flying back from their escape  to the warmth..  Perhaps something I should have done as well.  It seems as though it has been a long winter this year.  Especially with our snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to finish off a painting I have been working on.  I seem to be having trouble finding the time as of late.  Things seem to be going faster and faster all the time.  tick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tock&lt;/span&gt;........ I feel as though I am the white rabbit and always late for that important date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is the year of change.  Lots of things will be happening.  I cannot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;divulge&lt;/span&gt; anything as of yet but its all better and brighter.  After all the world is your oyster and if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; take the plunge and chase your dream yourself it will pass you by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-7198548093814890865?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/7198548093814890865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/02/living-in-small-town-can-have-its-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7198548093814890865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7198548093814890865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/02/living-in-small-town-can-have-its-good.html' title='Tick Tock'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-2940101553371199807</id><published>2010-02-08T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T06:28:11.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLANET EARTH PLANET ART</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S3AeOvjYVCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kzN-BJ2F8w4/s1600-h/planetearthplanetart-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S3AeOvjYVCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kzN-BJ2F8w4/s320/planetearthplanetart-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435877988868052002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AVAILABLE VERY SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLANET EARTH PLANET ART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn a page: enter our world - We have one earth!&lt;br /&gt;On 1st March, internationally acclaimed Mirca Art Group releases its second major art book, Planet Earth&lt;br /&gt;Planet Art, in support of the environmental and social grassroots network Friends Of The Earth&lt;br /&gt;International.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninety-five artists present their artwork as a voice raised to bring awareness of the urgent problems of the&lt;br /&gt;imbalanced lifestyles and unsustainable environmental consumption we humans face, accompanied by a&lt;br /&gt;personal statement which brings the clarity of the artist to these problems.&lt;br /&gt;These artists come from such nations as the UK, USA, Saudi Arabia, Hungary, China, Brazil, Greece, Libya,&lt;br /&gt;India, France, the Netherlands, Denmark and Sweden (and many others), and thus this book is truly a global&lt;br /&gt;voice, with contributions from East and West, from the developed and developing worlds.&lt;br /&gt;Delightfully presented in an elegantly designed coffee-table book format, this collection of contemporary&lt;br /&gt;artforms ranges from the abstract to the photographic, the visionary to the spectacular, and is prefaced by&lt;br /&gt;a wonderful poem (quoted above) entitled Make Art, Not War from Nnimmo Bassey, the Chair of Friends&lt;br /&gt;Of The Earth International.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a wonderful cover from Indian graphic artist Narasimha Gollapudi Murthy and edited as a&lt;br /&gt;collaboration between Mirca Art Group and British visionary artist Bruce Rimell, this book is a must-have&lt;br /&gt;for any art lovers wishing to experience the insights of artists addressing the greatest issue that mankind&lt;br /&gt;faces today: the protection and sustainability of our Planet Earth and the biodiversity that dwells upon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planet Earth Planet Art is available in three formats, all in 10x8in (25x20cm) landscape: Softcover,&lt;br /&gt;Hardcover with Dust Jacket and Hardcover with Image Wraparound, from quality book publisher&lt;br /&gt;blurb.com.&lt;br /&gt;Purchase the book from:&lt;a href="http://www.blurb.com/my/book/detail/1177175"&gt; http://www.blurb.com/my/book/detail/1177175&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further information, please contact: Bruce Rimell via planetearthmircabook@live.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;For information on the many other Mirca Art Group projects:&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mirca-art.com"&gt; www.mirca-art.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, I am honoured to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My painting and words  in it as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-2940101553371199807?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/2940101553371199807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/02/planet-earth-planet-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2940101553371199807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2940101553371199807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/02/planet-earth-planet-art.html' title='PLANET EARTH PLANET ART'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S3AeOvjYVCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kzN-BJ2F8w4/s72-c/planetearthplanetart-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-4122676700743746597</id><published>2010-01-08T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T04:01:19.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snow snow snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S0ceYThFxJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aQxMMQjy4Ng/s1600-h/DSCF3225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S0ceYThFxJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aQxMMQjy4Ng/s320/DSCF3225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424337679095809170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the UK is in the grip of winter, I seem to have time to reflect upon things.  If any of you have been watching the news , you will be all too aware of our plight.  The rations of milk and panic buying just seem to be a knock on effect of the weather.  Its all very exciting and one thing that I have noticed more than anything is the friendliness that has seemed to have taken over the British public.  Watching Neighbours who normally don't even give so much of a nod go out of their way to help each other.  Its very endearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently ran into a girl, well when I say girl I mean a 30 year old woman.  She said to me she didn't like so and so..{another woman}.  and when I asked why?  The reason I got was when they were younger, 8 , this girl had pushed her off her bike.  WHAT?  So an act done years ago when you were a child, has pigeonholed this girl her whole life. I am reflecting upon this because such things have happened to me.  I remember being younger and fighting with my brother, as siblings do.  I was 10.  This other girl had seen and preceded all through my teens to be horrible to me and I am sure to this day she would if she could.  Bearing in mind she had brothers and did the same.  I find it very difficult to understand such narrow mindedness and lack of understanding human nature.  So a single event that can happen in an instant has forged peoples prospective with no room for change.  This is just ludicrous.  When an event such as a death or near death  may be life altering for you, for others you will still remain what they have perceived.  People are so quick to judge past actions when having Never experienced anything remotely the same themselves.  I have learnt over the years not to listen to such judgments unless the judge has walked in my shoes.   I have also learnt if those who feel they are righteous and judge the most aren't worth knowing and would rather NOT have them in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!  That was a bit deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well I know the British are not geared up for the snow, but seriously, this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; warrant stupidity.  I am surprised at how many are attempting to drive and get out on the roads only to have others push them about every 5 minutes.  Then hit the brakes, step of the gas and steer wildly.  There is road signs that have been ploughed into and fences every block. The ice is thick and there is icicles hanging dangerously above peoples heads.  I suppose the stupidest thing I have seen is the man in the high street using a large spade to scrape the ice off of his jag!  The window and the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have decided I am going to wander up to the High Street to see what is open and get a few bits and bobs.. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-4122676700743746597?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/4122676700743746597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-snow-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/4122676700743746597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/4122676700743746597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-snow-snow.html' title='snow snow snow'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S0ceYThFxJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aQxMMQjy4Ng/s72-c/DSCF3225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-4910478935505048563</id><published>2009-12-30T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:33:47.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gluttony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Szu34Wtk0AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VB65WF1YgL0/s1600-h/DSCF3158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Szu34Wtk0AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VB65WF1YgL0/s320/DSCF3158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421128755267817474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; is winding down and the New year is upon us, with what I am told is the Blue moon.. SO I would like to know if all the things that one says over the years, 'once in a blue moon'  will happen.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After what was another memorable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; with the tins of chocs, and food enough to feed an army, its no wonder I have put on a few pounds.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong I do love the tins of chocolates, I just hate all that entails with the tins of chocs.  The delving in trying to find my favourite in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;amongst&lt;/span&gt; all the wrappers so carelessly tossed and left in there from the previous diver.  Not naming any names but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;.  Once in a while I will find one that had been nibbled and sucked and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;re wrapped&lt;/span&gt;.  Kids!  And they are usually my favourite ones as well which makes it even more frustrating.  Its like a cycle.  forage, find, unwrap , eat, ........  then before you know it you are sitting there with a heap of wrappers and on hell of a bellyache.  Bloody things!    I curse them and love them................*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Then there is the curse of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; cards.  Have I remembered everyone, have I even mailed them off.. The panic before.....  reminders throughout the house.. that last address to get on that envelope.  the stamps.....  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;agh&lt;/span&gt;.  deliveries.  You know what I forgot pretty much the lot this year..  BAH.. but once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; day has passed  its like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; weight has been lifted.. clocks ticked ,m time has passed and I am in the clear til next year, Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I looked at the tree this morning and notice it has lost its perkiness.  Bit like me really!  There is always this let down after Christmas..  Mind you I suppose there is the New Year to ring in.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I was pretty chuffed with my pressies this year.  I wont bore you with what they were but they were very fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The kids presents on the other hand... well honestly I love playing with the kids and building things but the packaging and putting things together can really break you...  one word LEGO!&lt;br /&gt;Now this has really tried my patience this year.  how small do they have to get the little bits....  As I struggle to assemble these ships and cars, I cant help but secretly thinking the hoover would much more love it than I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Then there is all the gadgets that the kids have gotten , I have found myself with my techno geek head on trying to get them online and configured.  Of course nothing ever goes swimmingly.  So what appears to be a quick install or setup actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;translates&lt;/span&gt; to , forget watching the film tonight as you will be chained to the table &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;configging&lt;/span&gt;.  Is that even a word &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;configging&lt;/span&gt;?  Ah who knows sounds good.  You see I was born with this stubborn gene where when I start something I have to finish it then and there and will not rest or stop obsessing about it.  It can be a blessing and burden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Well must dash as I have things to attend.  Hope you all have a great New year and celebrate in the style which suits you best.   I know I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-4910478935505048563?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/4910478935505048563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/12/gluttony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/4910478935505048563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/4910478935505048563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/12/gluttony.html' title='Gluttony'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Szu34Wtk0AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VB65WF1YgL0/s72-c/DSCF3158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-7920255403230182834</id><published>2009-12-17T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T06:17:10.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Christmas to you all</title><content type='html'>Well the Christmas time is truly upon us.  And I KNOW this because I get a running countdown daily from my children.  The other dead give away is the blue rinses and elbows one encounters while doing the NORMAL shop!  I am beginning to feel the stress of mailing out the overseas cards, of which I know now I have truly missed the deadline yet again..  AGH!  Every year I think, hmmmmm next year I will be very organised and have cards made with my art and get them all posted out..  Yet again time has eluded me.  ahhh maybe next year.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I am looking forward to Christmas as I love it so.  But I do miss the snow at this time of year.  Perhaps we will be blessed and have a dusting on the day.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I am feeling the worse for wear with all the Christmas party's that seem to have cropped up.  But nothing a good old shot of baileys cant sort out.  Its funny, in the evening sometimes they have these lovely programs on about things you can make for Christmas dinner or decorate.  Now mostly I watch these when they are on late and I cant turn the channel over as I have one eye open.  At the time they seem so great, but reality sets in when I am awake and I soon realise one needs staff and buckets of time to accomplish such things.  I think I do need staff anyway.....*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I am still painting Cockerels and hope to include a few hens among other things..  I also have a lovely stag sketched out ready to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Oh and I have finally gotten my act together and started to set up an online shop where you can purchase my art and other things.. It will be ready in the new year, I SWEAR!  But remember I paint with oils and these do take a while to dry, I must stress this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I also will be updating the website and adding more work that I have finished to it.  Just giving it a facelift so to speak.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Have a great Christmas!!  I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-7920255403230182834?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/7920255403230182834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-christmas-to-you-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7920255403230182834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7920255403230182834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-christmas-to-you-all.html' title='Happy Christmas to you all'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-2141596270641673407</id><published>2009-09-29T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:02:40.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn.........is upon us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SsJGlUaonHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1YTbhi5LUI8/s1600-h/IMAG0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SsJGlUaonHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1YTbhi5LUI8/s320/IMAG0805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386945711238061170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after what has been a busy time yet again....  I have plunged head first into the studio.  I have been painting Cocks........ Not the Pink variety but our feathered friends.  I must say it has been a laugh and great ice breakers for those a bit stifled!  You can only imagine.  I call this baby The ANGRY COCK.  I have been listening to the new albums by Muse and Kasabian on loop over and over.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before last I attended the Goodwood Revival.  I have to say it is on my top ten list of things to do.  It was truly magical and like stepping back in time.  Even chivalry was alive there.  I loved the men in their uniforms and the ladies in their hats and gloves.  There was even the Mods and Rockers with their mopeds and bikes.  Anything was a go, as long as it was in the past.  The old motorbikes and cars were amazing.  But they even had the old planes there performing.  I was in my element.   The only thing missing was Steve Mcqeen but there was alot of merchanise with him on.  We were able to go into the paddocks right up to the cars, and they smelt lovely revving their engines.  It was Stirling Moss's birthday so it was extra special. I could have people watched all day there sipping champers on the lawn.......   I took well over 285 photos.  But I wont bore you with them all.  Well actually I might, so here is a link..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos of&lt;a href="http://sports.webshots.com/slideshow/574744884XclCbZ"&gt; Goodwood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-2141596270641673407?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/2141596270641673407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/09/autumnis-upon-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2141596270641673407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2141596270641673407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/09/autumnis-upon-us.html' title='Autumn.........is upon us'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SsJGlUaonHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1YTbhi5LUI8/s72-c/IMAG0805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-1256194399878466915</id><published>2009-09-12T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T08:53:27.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SqvD8KPt23I/AAAAAAAAAFw/M1u_oCW9wn0/s1600-h/brown-recluse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SqvD8KPt23I/AAAAAAAAAFw/M1u_oCW9wn0/s320/brown-recluse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380609618134031218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whoever came up with idea of spring cleaning obviously overlooked autumn cleaning.  Why dont we ever say this instead?  I mean what with the fly carcasses, shit, spiders and their cobwebs this is a huge job..  It may been over looked by me this year if it wasnt for the massive cobweb hanging from the ceiling to my grandfathers clock.  Oh and there was that spider that scurried across the floor that I heard before I saw.  My nan used to say it had boots on.  This time of the year they are all finding their way in to nest for the winter I swear!  I awlays seem to notice them coming in before it rains as well.  They are my little weather forcasters.  Well today I decided to get the hoover out and oust them all.  And that I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to delve back into the studio as I have been getting all the jobs that I wanted to all summer, finished.  But this week I will be in there.  Creating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also in the process of having a tattoo removed.  I got this particular one years ago after having broken up with a boy.  He hated them and in my rebellion I decided I was going to get one.  Of course being a stupid idiot, rather than research the whole thing, I just dove right in and let this woman do what she wanted to me.  After I found out I was one of her first clients!  I mean you could tell looking at the work.  Shaky lines and just awful.  But I stuck to my guns and wore it like a badge. The girl I was with kept egging me on to get it as well.  Gullable and stupid was I! And yes I even bought those cream and scrubs that did nothing to get rid of it. .  I even poured TCA on it.  I was not wanting to do the laser thing as the scarring is just awful and very painful so I hear.  But still it is there to haunt me.  Then I saw a wee ad in my local rag.  Caroline who is a gem, uses a process called&lt;a href="http://www.tattooerase.com/"&gt; ERASE.&lt;/a&gt;  She injects some gear into my skin which reacts with the pigment and my body breaks it up.  It forms a scab which then draws the pigment out.  It hurts no more than when I had the tattoo done.  And it is up to you the way your body handles it.  I am left with a pink line where the skin has healed, and I know that will turn white over time.  I have had another area done and already I am noticing it healing diff than the last.  I keep putting scar and oil creams on to aid the healing process. It is quite intersting to see how it is progressing really.  I just cannot curse myself enough for getting it in the first place but at least now I have an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-1256194399878466915?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/1256194399878466915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/09/spring-cleaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/1256194399878466915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/1256194399878466915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/09/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring cleaning'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SqvD8KPt23I/AAAAAAAAAFw/M1u_oCW9wn0/s72-c/brown-recluse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-6574574823874946182</id><published>2009-09-01T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T02:36:53.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer closing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SpzrKswS5hI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YirlZ9QEipQ/s1600-h/5209_145502626494_535851494_3427911_4874683_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SpzrKswS5hI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YirlZ9QEipQ/s320/5209_145502626494_535851494_3427911_4874683_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376430624218474002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have arrived home after a lovely break in France.  We have recently aquired a lovely house in need of updating shall we say.  Our voyage over the channel was not without mishap as I get terribly seasick, and did so!  The weather was fantastic and the house even more special.  I feel even more inspried and can't wait to boot the children into school so I can finally have some me time.  Of course I do love them but ..............my sanity is looming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evenings in France we sat on our terrace and looked over the rolling hills.  We watched Eagles soar and listened to the squirrel like creatures rustling around in the attic. The bats venturing out and flying about.  Hummingbird moths appeared and let us know their presence, as the odd snake and many a lizards.  We drank wine and soaked the sun.  The children explored and splashed in the pool.  We ventured off exploring the neighbouring villages and lakes, even the neighbours. We tried all the cheeses  we could find and the bread did a fair turn as well.  We dipped in the cascades and lakes.  It was truly magical and I cant wait to get back there.   But for now I have to tend the flock and sort things out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have paintings which need to painted and projects that need tying up..  Time will go quickly and with the fullmoon only a few days away I feel my energy levels will peak soon so I better get cracking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time we were gone we didnt read any newspaper or see any news.  We never missed it either.  Void of all the negative energy it brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, as I sat in the back garden I looked up to the sky.  The first sign of the v shaped formation the birds have made.  To me this signals the end of summer.  The birds heading south, on their way to pastures warmer.  THis saddens me but I suppose if we never had winter , we wouldnt appreciate summer as much.   Its whole balance thing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-6574574823874946182?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/6574574823874946182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-closing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6574574823874946182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6574574823874946182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-closing.html' title='Summer closing'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SpzrKswS5hI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YirlZ9QEipQ/s72-c/5209_145502626494_535851494_3427911_4874683_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-6293463725048545075</id><published>2009-08-08T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:51:50.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>words to live by</title><content type='html'>Well I have been a busy bee yet again..  Organising events for the children and getting up to mischief myself..  Everyone should do this once in a while.   One note that I would like to point out is very important for all parents to listen to.  When taking a 7 year old into a public toilet, try and divert her attention away from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;graffiti&lt;/span&gt; on the cubicle wall.  Or you may be quizzed on ' what does (suck my dick) mean mummy?'  All while trying to keep a straight face and gently brush the topic away to , 'Yes you can have that lovely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; you wanted.'  Bloody Sainsburys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its not enough with this Swine flu lark, sick bugs blah blah blah,  ................Surely there is someone holed up somewhere creating all these things!  I blame the pharmaceutical companies for this.  'Lets make something that we only have the cure for'  grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  A few days ago we were filmed as a family to do a recycling campaign..  It all went very smoothly and we had a tremendous time doing it.  The kids lasted all day , as did I.!!  It is funny how many old ladies would queue behind the til we were filming at thinking it was real..  They really are oblivious to anything.. I must say this particular day it was most definately pensioner day!  People drifting through the scene in the background and cars revving and wrecking the sound.  But the fantastic bit was Busta and pong.  Busta being a HENSON puppet.  He was puppetiered by Mark and his daughter did Pong.  I am sure in a few weeks you will be able to view it all.. Here is the site for the campaign.  Schools are encouraged to get involved.  Katy, in charge of the shoot for wastebuster is fantastic!  In controll the whole time and kept things running smoothly! A real pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wastebuster.co.uk/"&gt;wastebuster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a brilliant idea and if we all did it, well things would be so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lennon particularily loved the day..  He got loads of attention and even showed Mark how to wee on the Mint in the garden!  Kate took lovely photos of the day and I cant wait to see them,  she is currently in the process of making her own site so bookmark it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kategriffinphotography.com/"&gt;Kate griffin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it alot since it has been ages since I was in front of the camera.  I am more behind the scenes girl these days.  Shooting the kids and painting.  shooting the kids as in taking photos and videos not actual shooting of with a gun, although, these holidays are somewhat dragging out! hehe..hmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am going to crack open a lovely bottle of wine and go and watch the sunset in my back garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerio for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-6293463725048545075?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/6293463725048545075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/08/words-to-live-by.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6293463725048545075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6293463725048545075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/08/words-to-live-by.html' title='words to live by'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-207494609536378441</id><published>2009-07-27T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:23:12.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glitter in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Sm1jjdry-tI/AAAAAAAAAFg/U8h6afuI0QA/s1600-h/DSCF2357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Sm1jjdry-tI/AAAAAAAAAFg/U8h6afuI0QA/s320/DSCF2357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363052192183024338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Sm1ikuRqlLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kA9ATwa5LQo/s1600-h/DSCF2364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Sm1ikuRqlLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kA9ATwa5LQo/s320/DSCF2364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363051114305066162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I really do not now where to begin&gt;............  it has been a very busy time as of late.  School finishing and lots of playing going on as well as trips here and there.. The sun has become somewhat elusive after wimbledon.  Perhaps it lost its way?  Anyway,  I have just come back after a mini girly festival.. We have called it Beckfest.  This basically consists of posh frocks, wellies, drunken stupor, tiaras, wings, glitter, naked dancing and feral children.  All of which happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the day when we were setting up the tents, which I might add was a feat in itself.  HMMMMM wonder if we remembered to mark out where the bits go for next year.  I really must not go into too much that went on because like Vegas, what happens in Beckfest stays in Beckfest!  But there was lots of giggling.  must remember for next year to shut the tent so the damp does not get into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny listening to the night sounds,, the odd animal, birds, things foraging in the bushes...that might have been me. And every once in a while you could hear another festival taking place on the downs up chanctonbury ring!  The stars were bright and the air was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think alot of lessons were learned but we can use that for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to France for a couple weeks soon so not sure if I will get a chance to write here again, but you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still working on getting this book sorted as well as a few other projects for the fall.  I have been busy painting commissions lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have been watching TrueBlood on the telly which looks good so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerio for now xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-207494609536378441?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/207494609536378441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/07/glitter-in-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/207494609536378441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/207494609536378441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/07/glitter-in-air.html' title='Glitter in the air'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Sm1jjdry-tI/AAAAAAAAAFg/U8h6afuI0QA/s72-c/DSCF2357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-5717992933064458381</id><published>2009-07-05T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T10:52:06.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Race for Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SlDk04G6WwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vfyCJoXH0DU/s1600-h/IMAG0680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SlDk04G6WwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vfyCJoXH0DU/s320/IMAG0680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355031554009225986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race for Life..&lt;br /&gt;Well today I ran the race for life for Cancer research..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stared off in Stanmer park in Brighton.  Mind you first Ginette and I had to find it and after a few wrong turns we finally did.. We would so end up in another country if we were to go farther than Brighton I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  I am not sure but I think there was more than 3000 of us all together.  We were put into groups as in starting order. like the runners first then the joggers then the walkers.  We went with the joggers as I knew we wouldnt be able to keep pace and do the whole way running.  Besides all I had on was flipflops anyway..  Me and my competitive spirit hey? haha  But I must say they held up rather well and I stayed the course with all the others who had proper shoes on.. which was all of them.. But Ginette did assure me she thought she another one wearing flipflops as well.  The race started off a bit slow , but you try and direct 3000 through bottle necks and taped lines..  By the time we got half way we were on a steady pace and were able to keep the course.. I did have a mishap along the way where I thought I was a goner when a dog tried to trip me up.  He had the look in his eye i could tell. It was when we were all going up the hill and everyone was walking it, you couldnt have passed them if you tried.  But I noticed when we were all breaking with the brisk walking people were taking the time to read the girls backs in front.  Each one donned a picture or name of a loved one that had fallen to cancer.. or even themselves.  It was a reflection period..  I did find my mind wander a bit and giggled when I wondered if any of the girls had stopped along the way to do a Paula Radcliff.  But I didnt see any, just the odd one stopping to take layers of clothes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when you could hear the crowd cheering toward the end and it just gave you that little bit of extra push to finish..  As I finished I threw my arms in the air and yelled,  "I did it in flip flops!"  haha  we were then given a bottle of water and a goodie bag of girlie bits..and a medal!  I poured the water over myself to cool down as my face was on fire.  But my old body held up!  We then wandered over to the icecream van and got an icecream.  As i looked down at myself I noticed it looked as though I had wee'd all down my leg.  Then I remembered I had watered myself!  Twat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fantastic day.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I finished the day off with a cold beer in the garden and a BBQ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK N ROLL BABY!&lt;br /&gt;kx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-5717992933064458381?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/5717992933064458381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/07/race-for-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/5717992933064458381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/5717992933064458381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/07/race-for-life.html' title='Race for Life'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SlDk04G6WwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vfyCJoXH0DU/s72-c/IMAG0680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-815655197136894174</id><published>2009-07-02T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:02:57.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;ssPageName=STRK:MEBIDX:IT&amp;amp;item=180373020068"&gt;teapots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three days left to grab yourself a one off teapot by myself or others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there now I have that out of the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO here in the Uk we have been enjoying the sun. Perhaps not so much up north but down here it has been lovely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here in my smalls with a monster bowl of walls icecream by my side, as any good girl should have!  Wimbledon looks like a great game on friday as thereis loads of eye candy for me!!  NOt Murray I must say but Federer and Haas !  I for one will be glued to set!  Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying a different technique of painting lately..  I am doing a painting for a friend and thought I might try it out so when I have finished I shall post it up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spending vast amounts of time dossing on the beach.  It has been so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Well except for the speedos.  Why do men still insist on wearing these.  I mean come on.  If I wanted to see their two meat and veg I would just ask.  I certainly dont want it thrust into my face.  Mind you, saying that, it does give you a great topic to chat and giggle about when you are there gapping at it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right have to dash now as I am about to watch the last episode of THE TAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not watched this I highly recommend it.  mafia, blah blah blah and some smashing acting by some british blokes!  Best I have seen in ages.  Not for the young as some of it is pretty harsh.., &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-815655197136894174?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/815655197136894174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/815655197136894174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/815655197136894174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot.html' title='hot'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-1928236329571628648</id><published>2009-06-26T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T05:03:27.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of my youth!</title><content type='html'>I really feel rather unexpectedly sad..  Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcet.  All in one go. &lt;br /&gt;I mean I wouldnt have called myself an avid mj listener these days.  But when I found myself booking tickets online and rec'd them, a flood of emotions returned.  At first I had not known what it was but soon I was realise it was my youthful memories.  Hanging in friends basements trying to set the world to rights. Before the stresses of the day to day grind.  Before children,  when there was hope and the world was my oyster.  Not that I dont have hope now but then there a naivity about it.  An innocence and that is what I am mourning most of all.  Mj was a fantastic entertainer and I was so looking forward to seeing him and his show..  My heart goes out to his children and family, who all loved and protected him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Xs9OQHpwDE"&gt;thriller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Farrah, the one with the golden locks.  All the girls were envious of her or wanted to emulate her.  Her life was not void of contraversy either. But that can all stay buried in the past.  I will remember how she made me feel when  my mum bought her shampoo for me and I used it.. For just a moment I felt like she must have..  My hair was bouncy and smelt fantastic.. I came bounding out of the bathroom to show everyone.  I must have been 8 or 10.  I cant remember.  And of course she was an angel, but really only did one season.  My favourite angel was Kate Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1NKEdHLbBk"&gt;farrah commercial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP my sweets&lt;br /&gt;You will be missed dearly and remembered evermore&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-1928236329571628648?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/1928236329571628648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/06/death-of-my-youth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/1928236329571628648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/1928236329571628648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/06/death-of-my-youth.html' title='Death of my youth!'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-8456661199869454879</id><published>2009-06-18T05:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T05:27:47.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Willow FOundations Piece of Cake Campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SjoynO7JVZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sHP5II0uPAs/s1600-h/2009_6_16_16_13_image_%28911%29_stars-on-teapots.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SjoynO7JVZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sHP5II0uPAs/s320/2009_6_16_16_13_image_%28911%29_stars-on-teapots.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348643157058344338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of celebrities, illustrators and artists have been 'going potty' and decorating teapots in support of the Willow Foundation's Piece of Cake fundraising campaign this June. Piece of Cake, in association with McVitie's Jamaica Ginger Cake, encourages people across the UK to hold a tea party for the charity - at home, at school, at work - with friends, family or work colleagues. Click here to find out more.&lt;a href="http://www.willowfoundation.org.uk/teapots"&gt;  www.willowfoundation.org.uk/teapots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small teapots (10.5cm high x 18.5cm long approx) have been created in association with the Pottery House Café based in Hove. As well as the one-off creations by celebrities and artists, a selection of teapots have been donated from London's leading hotels, best known for afternoon tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teapots will be auctioned online from Thursday 25 June 2009 (closing on Sunday 5 July) - marking the end of the charity's Piece of Cake campaign and helping to raise valuable funds that will help the charity to provide special days for many more seriously ill 16 to 40 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal Football Club  Premiership football team&lt;br /&gt;Heston Blumenthal  Scientific chef, owner of Michelin starred restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Emmerdale  Soap opera&lt;br /&gt;Pauline McLynn  Irish actress, comdienne and author  Mrs Doyle in Father Ted&lt;br /&gt;Sendhil Ramamurthy  Actor, Mohinder from Heroes&lt;br /&gt;Gordan Ramsay  Celebrity chef&lt;br /&gt;Gary Rhodes  Michelin starred chef and Willow Foundation ambassador&lt;br /&gt;Sidney Sloane  Children's television presenter&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Wood  English comedian, actor, singer and writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang on the Door by Karen Duncan  Children's illustration&lt;br /&gt;Dennis the Menace by Jimmy Glen  Children's illustration&lt;br /&gt;Edward Monkton  Illustration&lt;br /&gt;Mr Benn by David McKee  Children's illustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitchel Barrett  Artist&lt;br /&gt;Rosie Birtwhistle  Artist&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Brown  Artist&lt;br /&gt;Karen Burt  Artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Hensel  Artist&lt;br /&gt;Sharon Pinsker  Artist&lt;br /&gt;Laura Rounds  Artist&lt;br /&gt;Andy Titcomb  Ceramicist&lt;br /&gt;'Mr Polar Bear' Andy Titcomb  Ceramicist&lt;br /&gt;William de Wilde  Artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chesterfield hotel  London hotel&lt;br /&gt;Claridge's hotel teapot signed by Gordan Ramsay  Claridge's hotel, Mayfair&lt;br /&gt;The Goring Hotel  London Hotel&lt;br /&gt;The Ritz  London Hotel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-8456661199869454879?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/8456661199869454879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/06/willow-foundations-piece-of-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/8456661199869454879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/8456661199869454879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/06/willow-foundations-piece-of-cake.html' title='Willow FOundations Piece of Cake Campaign'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SjoynO7JVZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sHP5II0uPAs/s72-c/2009_6_16_16_13_image_%28911%29_stars-on-teapots.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-117149765674033632</id><published>2009-06-18T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:49:09.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POPPY FIELDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Sjn_VDCiuXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/p9v27CdoBsg/s1600-h/4848_98125581206_693136206_2469706_3467759_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Sjn_VDCiuXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/p9v27CdoBsg/s320/4848_98125581206_693136206_2469706_3467759_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348586769537481074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Sjn_QcMsbaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XY1JhNbesak/s1600-h/4848_98125546206_693136206_2469703_5510987_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Sjn_QcMsbaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XY1JhNbesak/s320/4848_98125546206_693136206_2469703_5510987_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348586690391600546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are the lovely poppies on the way to Brighton over devils dyke.   Apparently the seeds lay dormant until they have the right conditions, and this year was the year!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;photos are courtesy of Ginette and Aiden Roworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Devil's Dyke&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;div id="author"&gt;by Micha F. Lindemans&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="article"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Devil's Dyke - A Sussex folktale&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Devil was angry at the conversion of Sussex, one of the last counties to  be converted from Paganism, and especially at the way churches were being built  in every Sussex village. So he decided to dig right through the South Downs, a  range of hills along the south of Britain. He swore that he would dig all the  way through the hills to let the sea flood Sussex in a single night and drown  the new Christians. He started inland near the village of Poynings and dug  furiously sending huge clods of earth everywhere. One became Chanctonbury hill,  another Cissbury hill, another Rackham Hill and yet another Mount Caburn.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Towards midnight, the noise he was making disturbed an old woman, who looked  out to see what was happening. When she realized what the Devil was doing, she  lit a candle and set it on her windowsill, holding up a metal sieve in front of  it to create a dimly glowing globe. The Devil could barely believe that the sun  had already risen, but the old woman had woken her rooster who let out a loud  crowing and Satan fled believing that the morning had already come. Some say,  that as he fled out over the English Channel, a great lump of earth fell from  his cloven hoof, and that became the Isle of Wight; others say that he bounded  northwards into Surrey, where his heavy landing formed the hollow called the  Devil's Punch Bowl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;hr class="hide"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-117149765674033632?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/117149765674033632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/06/poppy-fields.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/117149765674033632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/117149765674033632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/06/poppy-fields.html' title='POPPY FIELDS'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Sjn_VDCiuXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/p9v27CdoBsg/s72-c/4848_98125581206_693136206_2469706_3467759_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-273975063209592686</id><published>2009-06-17T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:22:39.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gardens and arts weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SjkYReOcDOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yoNQhJGprzc/s1600-h/4848_98310041206_693136206_2473050_3398072_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SjkYReOcDOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yoNQhJGprzc/s320/4848_98310041206_693136206_2473050_3398072_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348332720929639650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the weekend has come to a close..  It was very hectic and I think next week I may only open the one day as I wont be able to see others lovely gardens.  I did however manage to sneak up to Staples barn house and see their lovely garden.  It is a very established garden and a proper english one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chuffed to bits at all the lovely artwork that was on display in mine.  So many talented people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Jamies lovely sculptures from, Brighton Body Casting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch barrett who paints amazing surreal paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Bates who magically paints beautiful images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiden Roworth and his portraits and poppies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginette roworth and her lovly dandelions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orna and her fish and trees that were very colourful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hizze fletcher and her fun space hoppers as well as her quilted artwork and butterflies painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva kalpadaki and her moving photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey manser-knight and her ceramics that were so detailed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara clements alpine planters , that are yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmmm hope i havent forgotten anyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway at the close of sunday we had an impromptu barbeque and got a bit tiddly on Pimms!!  A fine way to finish off any weekend.  The kids were feral and I was freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMMM wonder what I can plan next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we are now officially French home owners!  How fantastic is that.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-273975063209592686?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/273975063209592686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/06/gardens-and-arts-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/273975063209592686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/273975063209592686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/06/gardens-and-arts-weekend.html' title='gardens and arts weekend'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SjkYReOcDOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yoNQhJGprzc/s72-c/4848_98310041206_693136206_2473050_3398072_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-1534537734147785485</id><published>2009-06-05T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:09:02.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just me</title><content type='html'>well isnt this interesting... The book I wrote last year is now available on amazon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Agit-Pop-karen-Burt/dp/B002ACVSAC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1244238387&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is more a closure on certain aspects of things but a wee book never the less.. It has my old works in it..and little tidbits of info about me that pertain to the images..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big thing around my place is the arts and gardens.  or,  should I say the gardens and arts as it is known.. I still think it sounds better the other way around. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.henfieldgardensandarts.org/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a bevvy of lovlies here and hopefully the weather will prove to be supportive!!  It better be as I have spent ages on the garden, not my 'lady garden' I might add but my grassy garden!  Not that my lady garden is untended but..................oh bollucks never mind . off track off track!!  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not sure if I should order loads of strawberries for it.. still thinking about that one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways I am getting sleepy, so night night for now.. too tired to come up with any witty dialog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well except to say a fond farewell to David Carradine!!  Poor sod!  a brilliant actor to die in such a humiliating way.  I just want to know if it really is a spectacular way to have an orgasm?  I mean really, come on.  or should I say cum on!  Michael Hutchence having gone in the same way.  Was it really that important?  Is it so special?  I just cannot imagine partially snuffing myself to achieve such a thing.  feed back people!  What the hell is the lure?  Was their head cloudy from the dust? Two great men taken :(  I feel robbed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-1534537734147785485?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/1534537734147785485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/1534537734147785485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/1534537734147785485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-me.html' title='just me'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-4475031746878111654</id><published>2009-05-26T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:57:32.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally the teapot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/ShwfDgBBZdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OFKffKXP_Uw/s1600-h/DSCF1613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/ShwfDgBBZdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OFKffKXP_Uw/s320/DSCF1613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340177403148854738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Shwe-YtXtOI/AAAAAAAAADw/31jwYleOpEo/s1600-h/DSCF1612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Shwe-YtXtOI/AAAAAAAAADw/31jwYleOpEo/s320/DSCF1612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340177315288036578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front and the back of the teapot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-4475031746878111654?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/4475031746878111654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-teapot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/4475031746878111654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/4475031746878111654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-teapot.html' title='Finally the teapot'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/ShwfDgBBZdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OFKffKXP_Uw/s72-c/DSCF1613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-4758726788673818398</id><published>2009-05-26T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T04:50:51.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what I have been doing amoung other things!</title><content type='html'>No rest for the wicked they say!!  And I feel that is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am compiling a book of art for Warchild.org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War Child works with children affected by war in Iraq, Afghanistan, Democratic Republic of Congo and Uganda. We work with children who have been hit hardest by the joint forces of poverty, conflict and social exclusion. Our groundbreaking work with former child soldiers, street children and children in prison has supported and helped thousands who would otherwise not have been able to reintegrate with their community, gain access to education or enjoy sustainable livelihood support.&lt;br /&gt;War Child is a charity that works with children living in war zones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children we work with participate directly in our decision making and project design. In this way our projects reflect their needs not ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War Child works closely with other aid organisations and local and national government to ensure the knowledge and skills gained through our work are shared with as many people as possible. In this way we are able to help many more children than we can hope to reach directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for inspiring images to be made into a coffee table book to be sold worldwide/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visual Artists must supply an image of a tasteful nature as it is a childrens charity. All the proceeds will go to WARCHILD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deadline for submissions is June 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send a high res j.peg of the image you wish to submit along with your contact details and words describing the image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE SEND WORK TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KARENANNBURT@AOL.COM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;label it 'warchild project'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou!&lt;br /&gt;kx                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have some amazing pieces sent in by brilliant artists!!  It will ba a lovely project when completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope have it finished by Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off in a moment down to Brighton to see a cbeebies presenter and let the kids paint a few items.  My teapot has been fired and I will take a piccy of it to post on here later.  Also of the other ones involved.  I hear Gordon Ramsay has done one as well as a few other names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining and my trip over the downs will be lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c u later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-4758726788673818398?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/4758726788673818398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-what-i-have-been-doing-amoung.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/4758726788673818398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/4758726788673818398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-what-i-have-been-doing-amoung.html' title='this is what I have been doing amoung other things!'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-6320517689386215749</id><published>2009-05-16T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:30:18.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Sg7a-J1bEQI/AAAAAAAAADo/cyBrfHpiJJA/s1600-h/IMAG0630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Sg7a-J1bEQI/AAAAAAAAADo/cyBrfHpiJJA/s320/IMAG0630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336443369807352066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a word of advice if you are coming back from London, dont stop on Croydon..  Luckily they did not get anything as they were disturbed by a kind gentleman who even waited there!  They actually even left the Mars bar on the dash, so obviously they are not chocoholics like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still awaiting my picture of the teapot I made after it has been fired.  SO I have been on tenderhooks really as so many things can go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they will all be on display in HOve and a cbeebies presenter will be there all day to amuse the children.. It is all part of the Slice of cake campaign for the Willow foundation..  WHich organised special days out for ill young adults! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when I have gotten the pic I will of course post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are starting to come along nicely for the arts and gardens in June..  I will post the whole line up when it all has been confirmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-6320517689386215749?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/6320517689386215749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/05/catch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6320517689386215749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6320517689386215749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/05/catch-up.html' title='catch up'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Sg7a-J1bEQI/AAAAAAAAADo/cyBrfHpiJJA/s72-c/IMAG0630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-8389845789105765990</id><published>2009-05-07T06:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T06:53:28.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vanity galleries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SgLnvWdI_gI/AAAAAAAAADg/RGY372asFbA/s1600-h/baksida2_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SgLnvWdI_gI/AAAAAAAAADg/RGY372asFbA/s320/baksida2_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333079709427760642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE TURN OUR BACKS ON VANITY GALLERIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vanity gallery is an art gallery that charges artists fees in order to exhibit their work and makes most of its money from artists rather than from sales. They are called vanity galleries because they aim at the artist's vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this postcard 19 Mirca members show what they think of vanity galleries. The design is inspired by the 1929 print including the 16 surrealists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poster is available as a pdf-file at the mirca-art.com website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-8389845789105765990?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/8389845789105765990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/05/vanity-galleries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/8389845789105765990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/8389845789105765990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/05/vanity-galleries.html' title='vanity galleries'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SgLnvWdI_gI/AAAAAAAAADg/RGY372asFbA/s72-c/baksida2_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-858187212880264794</id><published>2009-05-06T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:08:42.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>abfab?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SgIKW7YjfPI/AAAAAAAAADY/TlCaUhe7kh8/s1600-h/ab_fab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SgIKW7YjfPI/AAAAAAAAADY/TlCaUhe7kh8/s320/ab_fab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332836297774169330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if anyone knows me they know that I am trying to get fit. Well it sounds rather lovely on paper until you actually attempt such a feat.  My friend Ginette and I have done the walking thing and even the fast walking thing, but today, we had super KIM.  who not only has just had a baby but apparently is an expert runner with gumption and stamina to put anyone to shame.  I even thought at one point I was going to get the fit of the giggles.  After a block, my lungs felt as though they were going to burst through my chest.  But first I have to back up.. well I really need to know why running or work out stuff is so unfashionable?  DO I really have to chav up to run?  As I got ready, bearing in mind i had been wearing a dress today with linen trousers and flat shoes, i thought why the hell change?  I can look fashionable and be comfortable at the same time.  As I caught sight of myself exiting the door with shades on and a glass of wine in my hand, I thought I may have glammed up my run a bit too much.  So I left the shades on the side and downed the wine.  hehe.  So who the hell made this 'uniform' to run in?  I just cant see the lure of the chavvy jogging bottoms.  Anyway, after i got in i collapsed in the settee.  Legs shaking and really hot and sweaty.  But more importantly I was still alive!  No heart attack and my lungs survived.  So to celebrate I had another glass of wine! Then I chuckled to myself as I pictured Abfab running down the road and realised that actually that is pretty much me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I have finally finished the teapot I have been working on.. now it needs to be fired and hopefully will survive the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have been getting things organised for the gardens and arts.. so much to do and so little time, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-858187212880264794?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/858187212880264794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/05/abfab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/858187212880264794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/858187212880264794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/05/abfab.html' title='abfab?'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SgIKW7YjfPI/AAAAAAAAADY/TlCaUhe7kh8/s72-c/ab_fab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-5272735578498239039</id><published>2009-05-05T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:35:01.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teapots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SgA_w43ZPaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QJ6PSiUGkZo/s1600-h/DSCF1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SgA_w43ZPaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QJ6PSiUGkZo/s320/DSCF1340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332332067937664418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am working on a teapot to go to charity, Willow foundation..  I am not painting a teapot rather than painting on a teapot.  Which i might add is a wee bit tricky as it dries matte and it is so hard to see what it will be like after it is all fired.  The paints sink into the pottery as well.  I hope it all works out ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still painting my skulls as well.  And of course I have been hanging out on the beach loads!  Why you ask?  because I can..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also spotted a couple of grey hairs! On my head I might add!  Some might say I am becoming wise, my ass!  Hair dye here I come! Not sure how I feel about this whole thing really..  Might be a mid life crisis looming.  hmmmmmmmm  I DO need a new shiny car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also brushing up on my french so if you see me please talk to me in french.. or is you feel compelled to write, write to me in french please.  I need to be fluent by the end of the month or near enough hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-5272735578498239039?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/5272735578498239039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/05/teapots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/5272735578498239039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/5272735578498239039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/05/teapots.html' title='teapots'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SgA_w43ZPaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QJ6PSiUGkZo/s72-c/DSCF1340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-7567661597873158777</id><published>2009-04-29T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:49:00.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>voices</title><content type='html'>Well today I will be off in a moment to lock myself in the studio.;.  My mind seems awash with thoughts..  I suppose if one was to ask what do i get out of painting?  My answer would have to be, it silents the voices..  Not in in insane kind of way, i would like to think.  But does one really truly know that they are indeed insane? hmmmmmmmmmm    But in a therapeutic, relaxing kind of way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some very exciting projects coming up but dont want to reveal just yet.  suspense is grande..&lt;br /&gt;Besides there are certain forces out there..........that is all I am saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be all this panic about the swine flu.  I just dont know how to react to it all.  Is it like the boy who cried wolfe?  I am not going to let it bother me at the moment as it is a distance from us at the moment.  Now I hear you can still catch it with the face mask if your skin is wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not thinking about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right I am now off.. kx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-7567661597873158777?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/7567661597873158777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/04/voices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7567661597873158777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7567661597873158777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/04/voices.html' title='voices'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-4231108547816292348</id><published>2009-04-24T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T06:38:59.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>skull duggary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SfG_xkRbraI/AAAAAAAAADI/BV_Ha9gWllw/s1600-h/humskull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SfG_xkRbraI/AAAAAAAAADI/BV_Ha9gWllw/s320/humskull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328250692427296162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today has been one of those days where I went into the studio at 915 this morning and only glanced up at the clock as my tummy was growling.  It is now 230.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what I have been working on..  so much detail and fiddly bits but fun all the same.. my eyes actually hurt now and I am slightly heady from now opening the door fully. hehe.. ahhhhhhhhhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found some lovely frames to compliment my work in Brighton yesterday, so now I shall put my order in for heaps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went down to the Impure art gallery in the lanes to drop off some more work.. I met with the lovely nic and jamie and had a bit of a catch up as well.. Always a pleasure..&lt;br /&gt;Now I know lots of you want to see Madonna in the nude, and they have managed to score the very pics that are making headlines worldwide!!  So get yourself down there starting from May 1st!  Ship street gardens..  Pruning the garden bush has a whole new meaning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-4231108547816292348?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/4231108547816292348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/04/skull-duggary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/4231108547816292348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/4231108547816292348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/04/skull-duggary.html' title='skull duggary'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SfG_xkRbraI/AAAAAAAAADI/BV_Ha9gWllw/s72-c/humskull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-4219711646552848863</id><published>2009-04-21T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:24:21.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>???????????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Se4dO2ZaKoI/AAAAAAAAADA/SiV6RfjzeCs/s1600-h/mirca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Se4dO2ZaKoI/AAAAAAAAADA/SiV6RfjzeCs/s320/mirca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327227550183336578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant get over all the vivid dreams I seem to be having lately.. I would tell you my latest but it was all over the place and barely makes sense to me.. But I can tell you there is a steering wheel, bath, walking through a forest and baby fox crying involved! WHo knows what goes on in my head.. I really think I am a good candidate for one of those dream study things where they get to stick the electrodes on your head.  Well really I want to just wear the lovely gown with the open back!  hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway I painted today and it was lovely.. On another note apparently I missed the village flasher in action!¬  By mear minutes!  How gutted am I?  ANd he is young to boot.  Wouldnt you know it, all the village excitiment and I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo here is for a friend( &lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Stefan Tunedal)&lt;/span&gt;, compiling a protest against Vanity Galleries!  Of which I am totally on board with. yes I am wearing pj bottoms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post the final poster when he is finished..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://mirca-art.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this  site is definately the bees knees, and makes me remember why I love to paint for a purpose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-4219711646552848863?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/4219711646552848863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-hello-i-just-cant-get-over-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/4219711646552848863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/4219711646552848863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-hello-i-just-cant-get-over-all.html' title='???????????????'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Se4dO2ZaKoI/AAAAAAAAADA/SiV6RfjzeCs/s72-c/mirca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-5601405749633585566</id><published>2009-04-19T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:12:47.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 shots fired</title><content type='html'>I am driving along a highway,, mountains in the skykine..  the rain is lashing down and over the radio comes a story of a missing family and eight shots were heard in the area but the family cannot be found..  i keep driving, in the distance I can see a man with a shot gun at the edge of the woods.  he has long wet hair and we catch each others eyes..  i keep driving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit later, the sun is shining.  I am running up a hill to see a friend of mine who has her daughter with her..  They want to use a butterfly net to catch some wildlife.  Apparently this is a not allowed.. by who I have no idea..  There is a couple beside me who have two dogs and everytime they put the leads on them they freeze like statues. stiff as a board.. I tell them to let them free but they say they cant as it is forbidden.  then i see another couple at the bottom of the hill with turtles, little ones and they too are frozen, almost dead like.. I stand up and realease the dogs and they go off running and jumping full of life.  then i go down the hill to the turtles and release them.. The run, yes run!!  I know they are turtles but this is my dream and they are running.. in one of their haste, one is thrown from the shell and lost, dead but the other one runs up towards my friend and her net.. it leaps through and feeds on what she had captured in there.. I run back up and step on the remainder of what if left of the fallen turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thing I know i am sitting next to her and this amazon woman is next to me and trying punch me so i put my hands up and begin kicking her.. she is telling me I cant release anything and it is against the law to have a butterfly net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we are in the car taking my friend to her new job at the university hospital facility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'family missing, 8 shots fired'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is expecting a new mentor to teach her about the basics of physics and the effects on habilitaion.  she is tending a patient, who happens to be morgan fairchild, when this woman walks in, its the same woman that was pummelling me,  she shoots this device towards her and out shoots hundreds of tiny newpapers that land on her starting from the bottom and layering their way up, sealing her and freezing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand there dumbfounded,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think i need a coffee now hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Just another nights dreams&lt;br /&gt;kx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-5601405749633585566?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/5601405749633585566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/04/8-shots-fired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/5601405749633585566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/5601405749633585566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/04/8-shots-fired.html' title='8 shots fired'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-5163535956812231165</id><published>2009-04-17T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T03:22:30.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>night times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'long days i may forsake,&lt;br /&gt;so at night I may stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minds awash with dancing thought,&lt;br /&gt;for what i have and what i cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must capture them and lock them with a key,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So i can share with thee for eternity. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a little tidbit that popped into my head about the creative ideas that pop into my mind at night..  if that makes sense. because reading it back confuses even me.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for me is a jammie and chill out day.. The skies are grey and the rain pours.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is time to bake some brownies..&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-5163535956812231165?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/5163535956812231165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/5163535956812231165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/5163535956812231165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-times.html' title='night times'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-2874442973520593547</id><published>2009-04-15T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:18:43.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trial and tribulations</title><content type='html'>Its the time of the wild west.  Deep in America.  I am in my 20s, or look like I am but indeed I am much older than that, very much so.  I am wearing a long dress, cinched in at the waist and black boots.  I am in a dark basement with a dirt floor and my sisters and brothers are with me.. My back is to them but I can feel their eyes burning into my back.  My sister says I have to answer for what I have done.  I take no notice yet I am fumbling with bits of trinkets from my long life i have treasured over the years.  I look up and see a gap in the ceiling revealing a hole and there is space between the rafters.  I fly up and toss my belongings in there.  As I release my arm my sister grabs me and pulls me back down.. I turn to see them all staring at me. 'You shouldnt have fallen in love with him'  one yells and the others say 'It is forbidden'  I did know it was wrong,  after all he was a mere mortal.  The judgement was over, they all flew at me.  Then it went dark.  I awoke to a musty smell.  I reached up my hand to feel the planks of wood hovering over me.. Little bits of earth had fallen throught the cracks in the planks onto my skin.  I had no way of telling where they had buried me and for how long, but I knew I would be there for a long time..  I began to scream and claw at the wood, to an audience of nothing................................. then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that is just fukkin nice.. a dream like that to keep believing I do actually sleep.. because insomnia and me are sure getting close lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmm wonder what it means?  anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-2874442973520593547?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/2874442973520593547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/04/trial-and-tribulations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2874442973520593547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2874442973520593547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/04/trial-and-tribulations.html' title='trial and tribulations'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-8905398858050053048</id><published>2009-04-13T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:44:30.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EAster</title><content type='html'>Well I have heard that easter is a time for sacrifices and such..  I did none of this but now I might be laying off of the wine for a while..  haha  the wine was fine but my sister gave me baileys at the end so its all her fault! I after a restless night and a dodgy tummy I think this is a good idea indeed. detox here i come. I am no longer 20 and the effects are not too good.  I was a mic hog with the karaoke again , and have no recollection of how i got home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On  a positive note the house smells of chocolate,  mmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I have sliced my finger it is starting to get a little swollen so better get out the old hydrogen peroxide before it goes all manky!  not good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to all my Italian neighbours also..... not much of an easter for them. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant really think of anything really important to say today.. my mind is foggy!  And I am clumsy as I have already dropped about  6 things.. I need a 'bed in' film day today, but my eyes couldnt take the telly glare! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody Baileys!&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-8905398858050053048?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/8905398858050053048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/8905398858050053048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/8905398858050053048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='EAster'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-6638623752225346720</id><published>2009-04-10T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:57:21.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slice and dice</title><content type='html'>well today I painted./  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;albeit&lt;/span&gt; a little tipsy but i painted. I finished off bits i have started and framed others ready to go..the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; problem was, I had taken down to the studio a bottle of wine and was trying to cut out panels to fit to frames.  SO of course in my zealousness, not sure if that is a word but it sounds fine,  I sliced my thumb up.. luckily i had a rag to had and a hello kitty plaster.  not that it held back the blood flow but it looked cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;managed&lt;/span&gt; to really crack on with a painting i was confused with.. if that makes sense.. I more or less let a painting guide me.. not the other way around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heaps of ideas but they seldom end up as they were intended..maybe this is a sign.. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know nor do i care,, i let them guide me and that is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost myself tonight, i had music blaring and really lost myself..  away from all the horrible news and negative energy that seems dead set on seeking me out and haunting me. I rebelled and   made myself queen, reigned supreme.  Let the light shine upon me ripping my soul and revealing all, if only for a glimpse but enough to start a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;revolution&lt;/span&gt;. and enough  to comfort me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-6638623752225346720?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/6638623752225346720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/04/slice-and-dice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6638623752225346720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6638623752225346720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/04/slice-and-dice.html' title='slice and dice'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-2849689137669034204</id><published>2009-04-02T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:29:57.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of conversation</title><content type='html'>Yes the art of conversation, usually best when both parties do this.  I have had many friends over the years that we just drop a line once in a while and are able to be where we left off.  Then there is the type of friends who never contact you and and you have to do the chasing.  Perhaps I should take the hint! haha Then there is the type who you write to and ask a fortitude of questions only for none of them to be aknowledged or answered so you think why bother?  Or even did they get it?  I always remember hearing when I was younger the key to any relationship is communication.. now as I am older, I get it.  Speculation can breed a multitude of things.  Especially if you have a vivid imagination.  ;).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-2653121509948454913"&gt;communication problems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-2849689137669034204?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/2849689137669034204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/04/art-of-conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2849689137669034204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2849689137669034204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/04/art-of-conversation.html' title='The art of conversation'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-4073751616313406440</id><published>2009-03-30T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:48:34.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ummmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>hmmmmmmmmm  not really sure I should be writing when in this type of mood.. I feel a bit Lost the last couple of days.. Not in a new moon keep me awake kind of way..but a shattered, cold, cant be bothered kind of way.  I know everyone had these sort of feelings once in a while, and I know it is a phase.  Or lack of b12, which reminds me I need to take one of those..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was bright today and air crisp.  I am not good in the cold.  I need and crave warmth.. It is like a switch that turns me on.  I feel as though I just want to curl up and sleep.  hibernate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am gently reminded of the saying ' too many chiefs and not enough indians' when watching the news.  Politicians!  Why the hell do we even have them?  why are most male?  All they do is spend spend spend and make crap decisions.  meet to have meetings, deduct, lavish, buy, waste, drink, dine, /.......secrets, sex, lies, ...... opinions........EVIL.. the lot of them.  empty promises, tall stories, false hopes, gleaming smiles, pressed suits, picture perfect, stylists,  waste....................I am losing faith in humanity.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need some chocolate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-4073751616313406440?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/4073751616313406440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/03/ummmmmmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/4073751616313406440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/4073751616313406440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/03/ummmmmmmm.html' title='ummmmmmmm'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-4132206158805028602</id><published>2009-03-24T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:30:52.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through my eyes</title><content type='html'>I am left this morning wondering if I am the only one that views things in a different way?  I know we all notice what is pleasing to our eyes and we have different tastes, but what about the way we see life in general?  I often wonder if I am really actually here, and where is exactly here? I asked my son what had happened at school today and he went into this elaborate story of how this boy at school had a toothpaste accident and was left with a bruised eye, it wasnt until later I had realised he was talking about a spongebob show! I hope this does not mean he is mixing fiction with reality, then again it would mean he is like me! haha  I tend to be a little dreamy and need to bring myself back to earth....focus....very hard..! So today I am locking myself in the studio and not coming out, well except to pee and replenish myself.  I seem to have this void that just cannot be filled, will i ever be content? who knows?  I have finished all my sketches and will begin on my surreal characters today.  I will try and get some photos up tomorrow.  Seems sunny out so that may boost my energy a bit. kx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-4132206158805028602?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/4132206158805028602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/03/through-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/4132206158805028602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/4132206158805028602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/03/through-my-eyes.html' title='Through my eyes'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-2840839406610507799</id><published>2009-03-21T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:19:44.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost and found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/ScUFhw-LgVI/AAAAAAAAACw/UYG8ZZRxA-g/s1600-h/DSC02041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/ScUFhw-LgVI/AAAAAAAAACw/UYG8ZZRxA-g/s320/DSC02041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315661012820263250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have returned from my short but sweet trip to Canada with my daughter.  We did loads of visiting and the usual holiday activities which of course made my trousers tighter on my return.  I saw some old friends which was lovely and so comforting to me.  I even  found something I had lost along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very cold as they seem to be having a delayed winter.  It even snowed while I was there.  It did disturb me to see downtown Vancouver has all but wiped out the beautiful skyline.  The charm and the purity that was once there lay buried beneath the few historic buildings that remain.  This is so sad to see.  But it is there somewhere under the towers and vacant faces trolling Robson, I have been reassured.  Only verbally mind you, because I sure as hell never saw it!  The drivers have somewhat worsened as well, but I suppose that is a regular occurance with the onslate of people.  The one thing by far that stood out to me was all the shootings everywhere, of course we only do shanking here!  So it was a surprise for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved to see my friends children all growing and making their way in life.  I was thoroughly spoilt by everyones grace and I shall miss them.  Thank god for skype and the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-2840839406610507799?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/2840839406610507799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-and-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2840839406610507799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2840839406610507799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-and-found.html' title='lost and found'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/ScUFhw-LgVI/AAAAAAAAACw/UYG8ZZRxA-g/s72-c/DSC02041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-2808735590853250428</id><published>2009-03-11T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T06:14:04.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Sbe47Nna72I/AAAAAAAAACo/kHgH13NmTdE/s1600-h/n535851494_1439075_7946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Sbe47Nna72I/AAAAAAAAACo/kHgH13NmTdE/s320/n535851494_1439075_7946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311917612913586018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Ginette and I have decided to do a small run for charity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/ginetteroworth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should be a real laugh!&lt;br /&gt;kx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-2808735590853250428?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/2808735590853250428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-friend-ginette-and-i-have-decided-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2808735590853250428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2808735590853250428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-friend-ginette-and-i-have-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/Sbe47Nna72I/AAAAAAAAACo/kHgH13NmTdE/s72-c/n535851494_1439075_7946.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-6950757043847501976</id><published>2009-03-09T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:43:06.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SbUpNrXBKAI/AAAAAAAAACg/CnURhPGg02E/s1600-h/DSC02027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SbUpNrXBKAI/AAAAAAAAACg/CnURhPGg02E/s320/DSC02027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311196650507675650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our brief snowfall, I was inspired to paint this!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I leave for a wee trip to Canada.  I am toting my eldest with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The clocks go back at the end of the month and you can already see the days drawing out.. SUN!!  that is my nectar.  I think I am part  reptilian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing important to say or just cannot think due to me not opening the window while painting!  ha I wonder how many cells I have actually fried ?  agh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well what do I care, I wouldnt now if I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bugger just realised I have locked my keys in the studio.. better get my breakin tools ready.. this involves me trying to boot in the door.. will let you know how it goes..&lt;br /&gt;yikes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-6950757043847501976?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/6950757043847501976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-our-brief-snowfall-i-was-inspired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6950757043847501976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6950757043847501976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-our-brief-snowfall-i-was-inspired.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SbUpNrXBKAI/AAAAAAAAACg/CnURhPGg02E/s72-c/DSC02027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-8054899128759437758</id><published>2009-02-25T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T05:24:32.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>piccys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SaVGOCgtRgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CdmYOSWQbhA/s1600-h/DSC01920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SaVGOCgtRgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CdmYOSWQbhA/s320/DSC01920.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306724942932166146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SaVF4-aOQFI/AAAAAAAAACI/rH6pPprNjJs/s1600-h/can.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SaVF4-aOQFI/AAAAAAAAACI/rH6pPprNjJs/s320/can.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306724581053972562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil on Canvas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a couple i have finished lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have been working on my surreal characters but all will be revealed when finished..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMm just noticed the news with the Plane crash.. AGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-8054899128759437758?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/8054899128759437758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/02/piccys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/8054899128759437758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/8054899128759437758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/02/piccys.html' title='piccys'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SaVGOCgtRgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CdmYOSWQbhA/s72-c/DSC01920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-3608027204016428710</id><published>2009-02-19T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T02:34:52.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>clickity clack</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday, much like today I am off up to London.  I find it quite interesting on the train, watching all the drones doing their daily grind.  Barely having the strength to even give you a passing glance.  But I do like the fact I can be anyone on the train.  Blend in.  haha .. When I was younger and flew alot I would relish in concocting elaborate stories of a fictitious life to tell my seat mate.  I would watch them with their eyes wide and all believing or were they?  They most likely thought I was some young punk, bored.  And this I would have to say was true.  What else was I going to do on these long flights.  I had seen the films already.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  back to the train.  So yesterday the train coming back was severely delayed to a fatality.  I know enough that it meant someone had died.  And all I could hear around me was people moaning about missing connecting flights and deadlines and blah blah blah.  Not one mentioned anything about the poor sod who's life had been taken.  This it seems, is the society we are living in.. Everyone out for themselves, no support for each other.  .  I have known this for quite sometime but seem to block it out.  But every once in  a while I find another individual that actually does care and is supportive and that warms me.  What happened to the free spirits of this world?  Are they all hiding? Is it only alive in our children? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today when I take this train journey I am going to look people in the eye and say hello to them.  Bearing in mind when I usually do this it does not always work out so well.  I have been looked at like I have three heads or I am going to mug them.  But I shall rise above it and spread a little sunshine on that train, whether they want me to or not!&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-3608027204016428710?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/3608027204016428710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/02/clickity-clack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/3608027204016428710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/3608027204016428710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/02/clickity-clack.html' title='clickity clack'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-1486154573395996019</id><published>2009-02-17T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T03:04:02.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHarity Appeal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://justgiving.com/mummylonglegs11"&gt;http://justgiving.com/mummylonglegs11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help out all you can!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is for the Samaritans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-1486154573395996019?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/1486154573395996019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/02/charity-appeal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/1486154573395996019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/1486154573395996019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/02/charity-appeal.html' title='CHarity Appeal!'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-2608467484438303704</id><published>2009-02-16T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:16:22.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>Well it seems Valentines day has come and gone.  Years ago when I was little, there used to be this process of filling in valentines cards in the shapes of little hearts, anonymously, and putting them in little boxes on your school desk.  Well in the box of the person you fancied.. I seemed to have retained this image and when I asked someone to bring me back a packet of valentines for the kids, I was surprised to see sponge bob ones.  Now I like sponge bob, but it shows how all the commercialism is just gone mental.. What happened to the plain heart ones? Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this week saw a turn of events that seem natural yet disturbing all the same.  I found out two family friends had passed away.. I wasn't particularly close to them but you see these things tend to stir up old wounds and question life and its purpose.  I also have noticed I still have abandonment issues!  It seems so many friends and family are or have moved away.  And for Christs sake I am a grown adult with my own family so why should I let such a thing bother me ? I guess it takes me back to being young again, that awful feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the death thing, well I have decided I am not going to anymore funerals.  I just cant.  So if any of you are reading this and expect my attendance to your knees up funeral, you can lick it!  I just don't see the point.&lt;br /&gt;Instead I shall have my own farewell to you in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I seem to find some of my friends very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;contradictive&lt;/span&gt;.  I cant really say much except it always seems I am putting my self out and it is never reciprocated.  I tend to be too generous and am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ealisy&lt;/span&gt; marred.  I want to team up, others are out for themselves.  One particular friend has crushed me a few times, but I know they are completely unaware of it.  Or are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to sweep this week under the carpet.  I need to feel positive about the future.  Spring is coming and with it, new hope and beginnings.  I have heaps to get on with, that I have been procrastinating about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone has seen my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MOJO&lt;/span&gt; lying about can they redirect it back this way.  That would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;muchly&lt;/span&gt; appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I think I am going to don my tiara and get the wee ones dressed up as well.  Time for some make believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-2608467484438303704?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/2608467484438303704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/02/expectations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2608467484438303704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2608467484438303704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/02/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-2102035255234487350</id><published>2009-02-04T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T01:40:39.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sun  and snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SYliDrCREcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xFCCWK7gf_Y/s1600-h/DSC01846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SYliDrCREcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xFCCWK7gf_Y/s320/DSC01846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298874251809460674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SYlhnbjXALI/AAAAAAAAABw/Q7neloQhvTc/s1600-h/DSC01878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SYlhnbjXALI/AAAAAAAAABw/Q7neloQhvTc/s320/DSC01878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298873766616957106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what a surprise to awoken with a winter wonder land outdoors.  The whole of the Uk brought to their knees.  The schools closed, busses and trains stopped and cars in ditches where fools try and go out in it with their seasonal tyres.  We all went for a lovely walk and took loads of pics!  I will post dome here as well..  There was cocoa to be had and roaring fires that were appreciated.  I did however realise we have a bit of a glove shortage but Lennon did not seem to mind wearing odd socks in replacement.!! haha.. I was able to test out my ski gear for real as well. Retreived the old sledge and hit the snowy trail.  I had forgotten how tiring it can be walking in snow.  It was purely magical indeed.. Today however, all the roads are clear, school is back on and you can see the old mound of snow where once stood a snowman.  The first time in 18 years they say, down here.  There is evern a little talked we might be blessed once again.. hmmmmmmmmmm would be lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-2102035255234487350?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/2102035255234487350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/02/sun-and-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2102035255234487350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2102035255234487350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/02/sun-and-snow.html' title='sun  and snow'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SYliDrCREcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xFCCWK7gf_Y/s72-c/DSC01846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-8646343610122174738</id><published>2009-01-29T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:41:44.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck it!</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have one of those days where you just feel like saying FUCK IT?  Well today ,for me, is that day.. I am sick of pretentious fukkers only nice because they want something or you just happen to fit into their schedule.  I am tired of advertising being vulgarly thrown in my face day in and day out. I am sick of American propaganda and British for that matter.  ANy type.  I am sick of everyone wanting a piece of me and nothing left for myself.. I miss myself.  I am tired of having to dodge monster 4 x 4 s while entering the schoool ground while 1 parent lets off their 1 child while driving up onto the path.  I am tired of all the nice talk, that seems hollow and repulsive.  What happened to meaningful conversations? thought provoking conversations?  I am tired of hearing awful news headlines, why cant they print happy ones.  Why are we a society that seem to relish and even provoke malice?  Where is the hearts?  Love? decency?  What happened to the good of men?  We have becone a savage race, where it seems only the strong and violent only survive.  It reminds of the film i saw years ago called '15 minutes'.  Its all so true.  This saddens me.. Makes me want to say fuck it.. Why bother when words fall on deaf ears, or actions are fraught with complacency.  FUck you to the politicians with their empty promises, fuck you to the bastard that threw his innocent child over a bridge, fuck you to all the hollow, money grabbing leeches,Fuck you to all the bankers that reaped rewards for so long and now making everyone suffer, fuck you to all the war mongers, fuck you for driving so close behind me willing to endanger my children, fuck you for being closed minded,  fuck you to all the ignorant racists, fuck you fuck you fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I might BE pre-menstral?&lt;br /&gt;kx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-8646343610122174738?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/8646343610122174738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/8646343610122174738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/8646343610122174738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-it.html' title='Fuck it!'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-8108319063300872523</id><published>2009-01-23T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T02:46:03.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections</title><content type='html'>Having needed a bit of a break I finally booked my holiday!  I am going skiing!  SOD IT.  I was going to take my daughter on a holiday with me but it is far to cold to enjoy new york this time of the year.  So will do that in the Fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stareted organising bits and pieces for the gardens and arts, which will be exciting.. I have decided to embark on a chilli fest for all the local mums as they have gone down rather well.  But I will incorporate hiddenitems in the paintingas well.  I just have to or it wouldnt be fun for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been rough sketching a few ideas for reference.  hehe  I am not sharing them right now either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes back to the skiing .. so I am catching a flight back with my mother to Van.  7 days only and most are already booked up with friends and skiing so no time for anything else.. I will be shattered but I can sleep on the plane, kid free, so what do I care.  Another friend has arranged a wine tasting day with him and his wife.  I cant wait now.  I shall be pissed and sore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have a studio of paintings in limbo at various stages of DRYING.. oils are so lovely but they do take ages to dry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I am just rambing about nonsense, but thought I should check in. After all when you start a blog, you really should keep it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-8108319063300872523?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/8108319063300872523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/01/reflections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/8108319063300872523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/8108319063300872523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/01/reflections.html' title='reflections'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-8928200567135185178</id><published>2009-01-19T10:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:10:55.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;How like a winter hath my absence been&lt;br /&gt;From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!&lt;br /&gt;What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!&lt;br /&gt;What old December's bareness everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;~William Shakespeare, "Sonnet XCVII"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-8928200567135185178?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/8928200567135185178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/8928200567135185178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/8928200567135185178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful.html' title='beautiful'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-6615603520109316158</id><published>2009-01-19T03:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T03:57:04.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sussex Life Magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SXRqh7WdLoI/AAAAAAAAABo/NfcnYKCdz9A/s1600-h/n535851494_1980746_502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SXRqh7WdLoI/AAAAAAAAABo/NfcnYKCdz9A/s320/n535851494_1980746_502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292972593167281794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-6615603520109316158?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/6615603520109316158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/01/sussex-life-magazine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6615603520109316158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6615603520109316158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/01/sussex-life-magazine.html' title='Sussex Life Magazine'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SXRqh7WdLoI/AAAAAAAAABo/NfcnYKCdz9A/s72-c/n535851494_1980746_502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-6382867668862286987</id><published>2009-01-19T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:03:18.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SXRP3EJskuI/AAAAAAAAABg/BlnsKxOOlDw/s1600-h/DSC01682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SXRP3EJskuI/AAAAAAAAABg/BlnsKxOOlDw/s320/DSC01682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292943269492986594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I flick through the pages of the newpaper, glance across the headlines, looking for some real news.  Not gossip or speculations, which there is an abundance of.  Who cares if so and so had a tit job! I come across the all familiar headlines.  Company closes or makes redundances.  Now most of these companys, in the last ten years have seen bumper profits.  The fat cats raking it in and driving around in their fancy cars.  The prices so high in these shops that the average person could not shop there all the time.  And at no time did these companys pass on any savings to the public, except for christmas when they wanted to get rid of their stock.  And then that was brief.  So why now are these same companys, that readily took our money, wanting us to bail them out?  Why should we?  Half of the British institutional companies are not even British anymore.  The banks who had promised security and interest profits are the same.  So years ago, when my nan moaned about banks not being safe and hiding her money in a chest under the bed.  She was right.  Of course at the time I though she was barking mad and asking for trouble, but Iwas raised where we all trusted banks.  Nothing had happened during my lifetime to suspect otherwise.  So now what?  Where do we put our money?  In the chest? Invest? in what? spend and throw caution to the wind.  My nan did this as well.  She always said she couldnt take it with her when she died so why not.  After all money and religion are a cause of a lot of trouble.  Perhaps she was right.  BUt then I have these values instilled in me at a young age, save save save.  future pension..... but they have all gone tits up as well.  hmmmmmmmmmm that is the second time I have used the word 'tit'.  Anyway, so what the hell should I do?  Open twenty bank accounts and spread it about seems like the answer for now.  I guess..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I painted in the studio all afternoon.  I was finishing off works and beginning new ones.  By the time I emerged it was pitch black out.  I could barely see my way back to the house.  I even thought I may have stepped on a hedgehog on my way back.  But when I looked this morning there was nothing there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there is a lovely photo in the Sussex Times of Aria and I from my last show.  Will have to have a peek when I pop out next.  I will scan it and put it  up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes on another note I have started the process of the girls and odd camp blokes artists group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIGHTHELMSTONE ARTISTS GUILD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the old name for Brighton.  I have bought the domain and have sufficent webspace to creat a fab site.  I will be starting with a core few and working my way from there.  It will be for artist in and around Brighton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right must run&lt;br /&gt;kxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-6382867668862286987?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/6382867668862286987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/01/karma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6382867668862286987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6382867668862286987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/01/karma.html' title='Karma?'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SXRP3EJskuI/AAAAAAAAABg/BlnsKxOOlDw/s72-c/DSC01682.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-144020202215193029</id><published>2009-01-13T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:34:35.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drive</title><content type='html'>Well since I cannot think of anything really mind altering, I thought I must just rant.  Today I had to drive up to Oxford.  I could have gone through Guildford and taken hours or go rather quickly via the M25.  Of course I decided to throw caution to the wind and take the M25.  Luckily the roads were quite clear.  But I did wonder if I would crack yet another windshield on the M25.  It seems everytime I go up there, this happens.  It is the bloody trucks, when they keep changing lanes.  But this time , I am happy to report I have mine intack.  Everything seems nicer in oxfordshir and buckinghamshire.  Even the Mcdonalds.  Yes I did pop in there.  But in my defense I had an eleven year old with me, who kept insisting we just make a quick stop.  SO of course who am i to say no.  A trip to Mcdonalds is rather like sex when your a teenager,  in a strange way.  Your appetite is so strong and you order enough to fill your belly.  Its great going down but afterwards you are left reeling, why on earth did i bother.   Big Tasty, my ass!  After you have eaten the thing, tasty is last thing on my mind. And I  promptly felt sick as a dog.  Of course back then we were all doing it wrong!  Anyway, I now know all the latest Katy Perry tunes and all the songs from High School Musical 3.  I even was suckered into stopping off to get a new wii game.  Mind you, I do enjoy that myself.  Wonder if I will get in the studio tomorow?&lt;br /&gt;hope soooooooooooooooooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-144020202215193029?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/144020202215193029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/01/drive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/144020202215193029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/144020202215193029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/01/drive.html' title='The Drive'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-2022577052047454724</id><published>2009-01-06T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:43:31.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>So today I was in the studio.  It was bloody freezing, so i put the heat on and went back to the house.  When i went back it was nice and toasty.  I started to do some backgrounds for some works I need to finish.  Then went about to work on some clouds.. ALways the clouds.. I could spend ages on these, just to get the right feeling in them.  AFter a few hours, I decided it was time to varnish a couple of ones that have been setting and drying.  This is the trouble with oils, as beautiful as they are they are bloody time consuming and take ages to dry.&lt;br /&gt; Well, I usually start with a spray varnish, then in about a weeks time I will use tinned varnish.  I suppose the spray just sets it more.  Anyway, I forgot to open a window and went a bit mad.  when I finally stood up I was as high as a kite and short of a few more brain cells I am sure.  Cannot do that again, silly sod.. &lt;br /&gt;I stumbled back tot he house and realised I had not eaten so grabbed myself some stew I had made yesterday.  So really, the high as a kite, thing could have been lack of food or the varnish.  AH , who cares.................&lt;br /&gt;I think I might sneak down there tonight for a midnight paint when all is quiet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. must take new photos&lt;br /&gt;2. open window&lt;br /&gt;3. turn my energy inward&lt;br /&gt;4. eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the swing and the tree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tall and baron, swaying in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;thinking of the horrors one has sinned,&lt;br /&gt;full of sorrow and regret,&lt;br /&gt;wish they might have never met.&lt;br /&gt;pushing ahead and falling back,&lt;br /&gt;once in a while I hear a crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet to be finished........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-2022577052047454724?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/2022577052047454724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/01/brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2022577052047454724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2022577052047454724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/01/brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-3914780735058185054</id><published>2009-01-04T08:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:40:46.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day</title><content type='html'>Well today I have stayed in my jammies all day.  This is the last day of dossing before the start of the school run.  That means, rain or shine, I shall have to walk them.  Early rising as well.  AGH.  The making of the lunches, gym bags, hectic activities after school..................................But, the good thing is they are gone all day and I can paint.  So yet again the balance has shifted.  I am off to the art supply place to get a few canvases first. Then laminate a few signs, and get my commissions in order of priority, started.  Last night I watched the Assassination of Jesse James.  Had I known how lengthy it was, I might not have watched it.  I was tired before I started.  But I guess it meeded to be to convey the story properly.  They had some most amazing sky shots in the film.  So much so I have cemented the images in my head and hope to begin a recreation of sorts.  All of my seascapes and clouds all come from my head. I had always hoped to find an awe inspiring photo but couldnt so I just had to conjure them up myself.  Tweaking them until I feel they look right.  I think this may be one of those cases, because no way am I going to be able to get a still from that film.  The depth of the stormy clouds was amazing.  The colours,,,,..... I am going to give it a go anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this has been a week long of gluttony, but still I am missing my favourite dessert.  Tiramisu!  Truly who ever thought of such a lavish dish should be named Sir something.  I am soooo sick of Christmas pudding, thankgod it is only once a year.  I think that is another thing to add to my list tomorrow.  GET SELF TIRAMISU..  Notice I said Self, No way am I sharing it.  ALL MINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well going now.kx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-3914780735058185054?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/3914780735058185054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/3914780735058185054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/3914780735058185054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-day.html' title='The Last Day'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-8797995524557904429</id><published>2009-01-01T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:16:35.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>Well the new year is here.  I did not do any resolutions as I know I would not be able to keep them! I did, however, consider a few.  The usual dont drink as much or eat as much crap of course.  But my main one would have been to apply myself better.  Although this seems a hard task as I seem to have so much on my plate again.  I am planning a trip of knowledge for my daughter and myself.  I did toy with the idea of a skiing holiday but as I have not been ages I am sure I will just end up in plaster.  So now I am thinking where?  Mum, of course suggested I join her on their cruise.  It does sound nice but I still cannot shake this idea of old, over weight foreigners troughing at buffets.   Also Aria I am sure, would never forgive me.  New York, Rome, Barcelona, or further afield? Or do we just forget the knowledge and go and hang on  a beach? hehe  If truth be told I thinking New York.  I have a few friends there I can pop in and visit as well.  I will wait to closer to the time.  hmmmmmmmmmm........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown til I am in  lockdown is soon.. 3 sleeps... seems a journey away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also going to start the new book.  It is something I have been gathering all the information for.  Trains.... haha yes you read right.  Once long ago there was a station in Henfield and I have in my posession , many old photographs.  It will be a coffee table book.  But full of old stories from the ones that worked there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g'night&lt;br /&gt;kx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-8797995524557904429?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/8797995524557904429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/8797995524557904429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/8797995524557904429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-2274697773386219719</id><published>2008-12-29T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:23:02.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aliens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vivid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranormal'/><title type='text'>And so it begins..</title><content type='html'>As Christmas comes to an end, and the children will soon be off to school once again, I feel a sense of relief I can get back into my studio.  My emotions seem to be running high.  I need an outlet.  I guess its why I really began to paint all those years ago anyway.  Not having a place to express myself, feeling of confinement, an outcast of sorts.  The weather seems to have turned bitter cold, not as bad as you would think but cold enough for me.  I have been called part reptilian before as I need heat to warm me. You may call me Storm if you wish. (X-men). After my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; sick session, too much bubbly, I am trying to steer clear of such activities.  I have been having wild dreams, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; dreams and just all around vivid dreams.  But I have been dreaming none the less.  I seem to awake more tired than before I fell asleep.  I still think there is another dimension to us that awakens when we sleep.  I seem to be spending more time there as of late I am sure.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JUst&lt;/span&gt; why cannot I remember it all? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; maybe i am not ready for such things.  I sometimes wonder if I was to have an MRI scan , would my head be the same as everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt;?  Is there something else in there?  Am I part machine?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DId&lt;/span&gt;  I get inserted with some type of device, without me knowing? Am I going to awaken to something completely different staring at me in the mirror?  AM I really me?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;  Now look what I have started.  Now I am going to be awake all bloody night trying to decide what the F&amp;amp;*^ I am? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;  Maybe I should reconsider that glass of wine instead.  Just to buff my mind ever so... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-2274697773386219719?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/2274697773386219719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-so-it-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2274697773386219719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/2274697773386219719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins..'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-7428362466456510494</id><published>2008-12-24T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T03:30:24.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SVIc5zkkJWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/h0dKHrD_47k/s1600-h/DSC01575.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SVIc5zkkJWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/h0dKHrD_47k/s320/DSC01575.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283317092280706402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SVIc5ka_r_I/AAAAAAAAABI/VUZofmCjGCI/s1600-h/DSC01569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SVIc5ka_r_I/AAAAAAAAABI/VUZofmCjGCI/s320/DSC01569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283317088214036466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SVIc5PUfsJI/AAAAAAAAABA/M3yGmlVKJdg/s1600-h/DSC01572.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SVIc5PUfsJI/AAAAAAAAABA/M3yGmlVKJdg/s320/DSC01572.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283317082549629074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SVIc4x1tqMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/j2Cv8ByiEDs/s1600-h/DSC01568.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SVIc4x1tqMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/j2Cv8ByiEDs/s320/DSC01568.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283317074635892930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SVIcTd8GRkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Rk79CaQfOCQ/s1600-h/DSC01567.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SVIcTd8GRkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Rk79CaQfOCQ/s320/DSC01567.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283316433638803010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a few piccys of my studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-7428362466456510494?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/7428362466456510494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-studio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7428362466456510494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7428362466456510494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-studio.html' title='My studio'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SVIc5zkkJWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/h0dKHrD_47k/s72-c/DSC01575.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-1700199813785253929</id><published>2008-12-22T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:54:57.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar plum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antonio bandras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desparado'/><title type='text'>Christmas past</title><content type='html'>As I lay here thinking of my past Christmas's, I wonder if when I was a child my parents felt the same?  DId Christmas come around quickly for them?  Because I seem to remember it seemed like ages.  How many more sleeps?  And it would go on and on and on..............I would lay awake listening for father Christmas on the roof top.  I knew he had to land there so he could get down our chimney.  As soon as I saw daylight, I was up.. racing downstairs to see the bits we had left out for him gone.  Just like the tooth fairy, this was so magical.  But as a parent, its a bloody stressful time.  Am I keeping the magic for them?  As I hear them get up on a normal day, I lay here pretending I am still asleep in hopes of another 5 minutes.  But Christmas Morn they are sure to up before dawn.  But surely I cant lay in bed I will have to get up with them.. This, if anyone knows me is a hard task.. I am a night owl.... In the morning I need 3 cuppas of the finest coffee just to get my motor started.  Who ever came up with the idea of opening presents in the morning is a PILLOCK!  BAH HUMBUG!  hehe&lt;br /&gt;This year I am having friends over for Christmas day.  With no knitted named jumpers in sight.  We are doing the secret santa thing.  I personally plan on being festive and good willed, with a little help from a good old bottle of gin.  I have found as I have gotten older, it is actually quite nice.. Years ago I thought it was just rubbing alcohol flavoured with pine needles.  But with a hint of lime it is actually lovely.  A sign of maturity I am sure. hehe. So as CHristmas is upon us I am going to try and make a realy effort to remember my christmas past.  I may even dream of sugar plums, AHHH who am i kidding itll be Antonio Banderas.  Damn him for making Desparado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-1700199813785253929?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/1700199813785253929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-i-lay-here-thinking-of-my-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/1700199813785253929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/1700199813785253929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-i-lay-here-thinking-of-my-past.html' title='Christmas past'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-3594531532403903235</id><published>2008-12-20T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T02:53:30.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>I am now in the final throws of updating my website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have added some flash galleries to the pages and cleaned it up in general. I still need to tweak the text and am working on bits and pieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also re-added the blog, which I seemed never to update and removed almost two years ago!! I am going to make a real effort to keep it going this time. It might be easier now my studio is built and I have my laptop with me in there. I will post photos of me while I am working and visitors to the studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also put a painting in TASTE in the high street in Henfield for sale. They will primarily be the seascapes, and will be rotated regularily. (thanks Lecia!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work can also be seen in Jeremys in the High street Henfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd then there is always the Impure art gallery in the lanes in Brighton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are overseas there is the Human Rights Gallery in Florida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, inthe new year I will be getting together a few series of paintings for upcoming shows yet to be arranged, &lt;br /&gt;However I am certain I will be taking part in the Arts and Gardens, Henfield show this year. I have asked fellow artist Liz Spencer-Clare to join me with her lovely art works.I hope to have a few sculptures from other artists. This will be taking place in June so lots of time to work out all the kinks so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also start to take commissions for paintings on view in Jeremys. It seems I already have some which is fab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take the time to &lt;br /&gt;wisheveryone a fantastic New year and of course a Merry christmas. May you all get pie-eyed and dance and be merry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-3594531532403903235?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/3594531532403903235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2008/12/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/3594531532403903235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/3594531532403903235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2008/12/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-7051771596037670074</id><published>2008-12-18T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:43:13.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Holiday time and the lost spirit?</title><content type='html'>Today I thought I might venture out into the real world and do a spot of shopping.. Much to my surprise then to find that all the elbowing ladies were no where to be seen&gt;?  Where have they gone.  I now we are in the throws of a recession and all but surely one has enough to spead the christmas cheer about?  There was an almost eerie calmness, like something was pending.. I cant quite put my finger on it.  But when I mentioned it to one of the shop owners , he seemed to know what I was on about.  Is this what is to come?. Bare streets and gloomy faces?  I had gone into Woolies the week before and was overwhelmed at everyone nostalgia, people were actually making conversation with strangers, rather than staring at each other blankily.  I came away feeling quite happy on that trip.. I even had my last pic'n mix in my hand.  I might add that it didnt quite make it home and had a bell ache to prove it! So maybe we are returning to the true meaning of Christmas after all. Yeah blah blah Jesus and all that but I am talking about be thankful for what we have and making meaningful presents.  Not just tat that ends up in the bin or given to some aquantance for their birthday a few months down the road.  So it looks as though thtis may be the return of the knitted jumpers from your mums and nans.  Or those homebaked treats that have long been forgotten. No more endless packaging.  But instead perhaps the family all sitting around together making things and stringing popcorn.  Well they can I will be having a glass of wine and watching from afar, enjoying the moment.  kx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-7051771596037670074?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/7051771596037670074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-time-and-lost-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7051771596037670074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7051771596037670074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-time-and-lost-spirit.html' title='Holiday time and the lost spirit?'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-7589783405139596322</id><published>2008-12-14T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T06:55:37.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SUUeXK9Kc7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Kty_rDqlelA/s1600-h/DSC01485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SUUeXK9Kc7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Kty_rDqlelA/s320/DSC01485.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279659521588491186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-7589783405139596322?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/7589783405139596322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7589783405139596322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/7589783405139596322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/SUUeXK9Kc7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Kty_rDqlelA/s72-c/DSC01485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332825066131238777.post-6073828448561193638</id><published>2008-12-14T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T06:49:25.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I hope to keep you up to date with all my bits and bobs.  I have been giving my website a new facelift.  And now with my studio built and up and running I can post some photos of me working.. You might even get to see some of my fellow artist mates popping in time to time as well as my family.  I feel really good about the new year and all it has to offer.  Christmas is upon us and I still have my shopping to do.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;karen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(actually this is a crappy first post)  I suppose I should be saying something with great wisdom and all that but I just cant think of anything.  Too much wine last night perhaps, or maybe not quite enough? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332825066131238777-6073828448561193638?l=karenburt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/feeds/6073828448561193638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6073828448561193638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332825066131238777/posts/default/6073828448561193638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenburt.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome.html' title='Welcome!!'/><author><name>Karen Burt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02890197458548037580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__e8GGKB-GEU/S-Bsr72UXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PCn1XlWRCIw/S220/DSC_0188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
