Monday, December 28, 2009

Mele Kalikimaka!

As Christmas approached, I was worried that I would have a hard time enjoying the celebrations while being across the globe from our families, but much to my delight, Chris and I had a very special first Christmas together as Mr. and Mrs. Wilkins! As a friend of ours said recently, home is where you make it and Hawaii really feels like home now. God has provided an amazing "Hawaii family" for us here and we felt so blessed to share Christ's birth celebration with them this year. 

We went to the Christmas Eve service at HCK on Thursday where I helped out in the nursery and then we enjoyed a Christmas play by the drama team and great sermon by our pastor Garrett. 

Christmas morning we woke up nice and slow, enjoyed opening presents from each other and had a great video chat with my family while we opened our presents from them! And of course, we ate yummy cinnamon buns  per the Palumbo tradition!


Chris bought me my own surfboard for Christmas so of course we had to go test it out that morning! It was a blast getting out in the surf on Christmas with our friends! 

Next in the line-up was the Bike Parade & Progressive Dinner with our friends from our mini-church (homegroup) here, complete with a giant blow-up penguin and birthday hats! Also known as "Pimp my Bike 2009", we paraded around Ewa Beach with bikes decorated for Jesus' birthday and stopped in at several friends' houses for appetizers, salads, a main course and dessert. We stuffed ourselves with food and ended the night biking around the neighborhood singing carols for all to hear. 


It was by far the craziest and most memorable Christmas we've had to date!

Stay tuned next time for a recap of our death-defying, fabulous backpacking trip to Kauai! 

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Snot Rockets & Sugar Plums

 If you were snuggling into bed with the Wilkins last night (which would be very strange and totally inappropriate), you might have heard this exchange:

Me: "Goodnight sugar plum!" (It's Christmastime, okay??)

Chris: " Goodnight snot rocket!"

Um, snot rocket???

That is what you get when your husband grew up in a house of 5 boys. 

(minus cousin Becca--sorry girl!)

Thursday, December 3, 2009

A Sacrificial Love

                

This is a man who loves his wife. ( A wife who detests chopping onions!)

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

An Artist or not?

Once in a while, when someone introduces me, they say "This is Lindsay, she's an artist". And I get all flattered and people get all curious and ask me questions (or say, "oh, nice" and really they don't give two hoots). 

The worst is when I get into conversation with someone, tell them that I sketch and paint and find out that they are a real arteest! They went to some trendy school and paint huge, meaningful artwork and their inspiration is some guy who lived in the 15th century and had severe mental issues. 

But honestly, I doubt my status as a bona fide artist. 

(The potential of a blank canvas makes me tingle with joy)

So,  here's the question, at what point does a person call oneself an artist? I mean, yes, I "do" art. I love painting and sketching and being creative in all sorts of ways. God has given me creative talents and it gives me real joy to use those talents. And I do think that my art is pretty awesome (most of the time).

But in order to be considered an artist, shouldn't I be moody (ok, Chris might say that some days I fit this criteria), and shouldn't my paintings have underlying messages about life and death and joy and sorrow? Or is it okay that my sketches are of whatever is sitting in front of me  (water bottle, homeless man, 16th century Spanish architecture...) and my paintings are not for emotional effect but merely visual?



When does a person move from being someone who paints and draws to an artist? Do you consider yourself an artist?

**Edit** I wanted to add that there are artists I greatly admire (my grandmother, Chris' grandmother, several amazing friends) and who are great inspirations to me. So, obviously not all artists are moody and mentally unstable, that's just the stereotype that comes to mind when I start thinking about whether I am one or not. 


(I'm not fishing for compliments here, people. I really want to know what you think!)



[ on the homefront today--painting! (duh) and spending the week alone as Chris is gone 'til Thursday]