Hello, and welcome to Tasha Tuesdays.....

Here we are at post #18. That's a lot of Tasha, isn't it? I wanted to tell you all how much fun it has been to read your comments. And how much I do appreciate those of you who have emailed me to say how much Tasha means to you and how much you love these Tasha Tuesdays. I knew there were others out that that loved Tasha Tudor, but didn't realize what a chord it would strike with so many. It's amazing, and I'm just happy to be part of something you look forward to. I look forward to it too :) And so here we are....18 posts in....
Of all the things to love and admire about
Tasha Tudor, the most glaringly obvious is her talent as an illustrator and an author. Its because of her skills at telling stories with art and words that we all know about her. The rest came later.
Tasha once said, "I always wanted to be an illustrator, and so I am one." You can't help but admire simple drive like that. As if....all you have to do is make up your mind and then suddenly you are what you want to be. It always seemed that way with Tasha, but for the rest of us, not that simple.
I wanted to be an illustrator too. And a writer. Set up at the kitchen table filling reams of notebooks with stories and illustrations. Out of all the things in the world to capture a child's imaginations, writing and drawing captured mine.
The other day I found a bunch of my school papers in a closet and came upon this little book, "The Diary of Emilee Tailor."

I wrote and illustrated this little gem back in 8th grade for a history class. The assignment was to use a particular period in history and create a journal using historical events. I chose the American Revolution and wrote a story about a girl whose step-father was a Loyalist and her brother ran off to join the patriot army...lots of drama ensued in my 14 year old imagination. It seems so fitting that this period was the one that I chose then because it has captured my imagination as of late. I have the feeling of coming back to something.

my own illustration....I've improved in the last 14 years, but some things remain the same...
What I remember most about this book is sitting in my desk in A-3 history and my teacher (an awesome instructor) perched herself up on a stool and had my assignment in her hands. I froze, wondering what was going on. She proceeded to read the whole diary to the class and show off the little ink illustrations. After she had finished (and my heart was hammering away in my chest) she revealed to the class that I was the one who wrote it. I felt this extreme emotion of wanting to burst with pride and melt into a puddle of nerves. I don't know if, at that point, I'd shared my writing with many people--- let alone my whole history class. And each of her other history classes, as it turned out.
In my grown up life....I've now spent many years where I was either a writer or an artist. Never the twain have met. But maybe its time to change that up? Flipping through my old tattered volume of "Take Joy", my mind's been working. According to Tasha, all you have to do is try and the life you want is yours. Could it be that simple? I guess the only way to find out is....try.