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My earliest memories are of wanting to make things. As a child growing up in Kansas, I was surrounded with women who quilted, sewed, knitted, and cooked. They were very accomplished people who could take care of them selves in any situation. I was a handweaver for many years. The jump to digital art was a natural one as looms were the first computers.
Lately, I’ve become more and more involved with recording my hometown. It’s shrinking yearly due to economic problems, but I have great affection for my childhood friends. I’m still Pat Lafferty when I go home or “Lafferty” to my closest friends. We forged relationships as children which sustain me to this day.
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I didn’t want to steal away without saying anything. This is for those of you who have missed the Hitler Hipster controversy. This fall has been extremely busy for me, anyway. Graphic Design school has turned out to be a ton of work. Anyway, I’m pulling my work from RB. You can find me of facebook. I can’t stay on a site that allows work like the Hitler Hipster. / I’ll mis…
This one goes under “How the MIghty Have Fallen.” About eight years ago, we were in Las Vegas on vacation. My then teenage daughter and I were window shopping in the Venetian Hotel and Casino. A man walked up to us and said, “Ladies, I want to congratulate you on your asses.” He then walked off. We never saw him again. My daughter still gets those comments. I do not. / Les…
Can we get a financial total of all of our sales? Other web sites that I’m have a page that you can go to for your financial history. It’s part of your administrative area. It’s January, and I’d like an accounting of my sales for 2007.
When I was in high school, my mother was in her 50s. My bedroom was the first one at the top of the stairs in the old house that I grew up in. Often at night, I’d hear clanking going on down in the kitchen. I’d go down to see what all the noise was and find my mother on her knees frantically searching for the chocolate chips. My grandmother had hidden them from the family, so that the…