Sunday, December 28, 2008

Latest Art Work

I know I just posted yesterday, but I've been excited about my latest artwork and wanted to give you all a taste.
The first is a project we had to do for my application preparation course. The idea was to make up a news story and create a sort of cartoon expressing it. Mine was the First Underwater Nudist Resort. I used water colors and ink.

This is an illustration to the book Jane Eyre. It's the scene where Mr. Rochester examines Jane's extraordinary art work. Here my medium was my favorite Copic markers. I achieved many of the deeper colors by mixing two markers, Mr. Rochester's vest for example is a combination of green and purple.
My latest piece for my famous portfolio is a cookie. I was inspired by the Christmas cookie decorating session with my friends Lisa and Claire. It took several atempts to get a good sheet of cookie, and in fact the one I ended up using is broken in two. I was really satisfied with the calmer colors I got by mixing the rather garish food coloring. It was my mom's idea to use marzipan for rocks, and Paul Hugh's idea to make a sand castle. During the creation of the cookie everybody kept passing by and eating bits of frosting and spare cookies. I'm surprised it survived the night with my dog on the lose (entire bags of Swedish Fish have been known to dissapear, as well as plates off cookies left ungaurded on the table).

Well, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed looking at my latest creations!

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Happy Holidays!

Happy Holidays Faithful Blog Readers!
I hope you had a lovely Christmas remembering Jesus' birth and spending time with family and loved ones. I had a wonderful Christmas. On Christmas Eve we went to our friends the Pitcher's house to celebrate with the other American families, as we do every year. Of course our family came an hour late, because someone, who shall remain nameless, mixed up the time. It was alright in the end, even though we didn't get any appetizers, my mom and I had enough time to do each other's makeup in a very girly fashion.
After a lovely evening of singing carols, Wise and Otherwise (an imaginative game involving proverbs) and fellowship, we went home to exchange one gift and watch numerous episodes of Firefly (a very imaginative sci-fi show). My little brother and I carried on the age old tradition of sleeping in close proximity to the tree. Patrick, too old for such frivolity, slept upstairs.
On Christmas morning we gathered in our living room and exchanged gifts. The most bizarre of these were strange blue geckos (rubber, not live) from the Shedd Aquarium. The most unexpected was a lighter for my brother (this was unexpected because my brother has been known to set fire to piles of dried leaves inside ancient wooden villages). And the most moving was a picture my mom drew of my dad with my grandma, who died this year.
We finished the day with a meal of buffalo chicken wings and a game of Texas Hold'em.
One of the best things was the fact that it snowed on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day!. I had been praying for at least a little snow.

Thanks for reading about my Christmas! Hope the rest of your break is very relaxing...

Sunday, November 30, 2008


Yesterday we celebrated Thanksgiving. We invited our friends Jonny and Lisa Lobel
and Charlotte Skoda over to our house. After an awsome dinner of turkey parts (not
a whole because my mom wanted to use the slow cooker), stuffing, mashed potatoes,
cranberry sauce and carrots (one of which ended up in my ear thanks to Patrick)
we sat around and talked about what we were thankful for. My list included crayons,
movies, friends and and God's planning. We divided into pairs and thanked God
for eachother's lists. Then we watched the movie Home Alone, which was one of
Lisa's family's traditions. We finished off the evening with a game of Wise
and Otherwise which my dad beat us all in.
Today we had a kind of follow up Thanksgiving church service as a family in which
we sang Thanksgiving songs. My favorite of these was:
We gather together
to ask the Lord's blessing;
he chastens and hastens
his will to make known.
The wicked oppressing
now cease from distressing.
Sing praises to his name,
he forgets not his own.

The Lord has certaintly not been forgeting us lately. We are thankful for our newly
renovated house, our health and each member of our family. It's been a great

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Art Course

Hello Faithful Blog Readers!
A few interesting things have happened since I wrote last. For one I am now officialy 16 years old. I celebrated last Thursday by having a family dinner of tomato soup and opening presents. Then I had a lovely ladies' lunch with my mom, my good friend Claire and her mother.
The other cool thing that happened is the open house at the school that I want to go to. I want to go to an art high school called Stredni Umelecka Skola. We saw the building and asked lots of probing questions. The building itself was a beautiful and bright. My dad and I traveled from room to room admiring art work done by the students there. We got a list of the classes there and signed up for a special admissions preparation course.
Afterwards we went to a cafe and I as a special treat I had my first ever snails. They were really good even though they looked exactly like the ones we see in the garden. onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="">

Today I weent to the first course which is supposed to prepare kids to take the talent exams in January. We started off by being separated into three groups. We were given paints and paper and told to paint the still life set up in the middle of the classroom. The teacher circled around giving advice (she told me that my cylinder looked hairy) and then she disapeared for the rest of the time, which I thought strange. After that we switched to a downstairs room for ceramics. The teacher told us to make a figure in an position that is intriguing from every side. She explained some basic proportions and we set to work. After about three tries (my man's head kept rolling off) I molded my man into a kneeling postion with his arms supporting him. The other kids in the class had some really cool ones. One was a skateboarder balancing on his head and one was a cat person with a cat child. Then I wandered around Ostrava for a bit with some friends and returned by train to Frydlant. I'm looking forward to next Saturday already!
Thanks for reading!

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

New School Year

Hello Blog Readers!
A new school year has begun! I am a ninth grader at last! After the first day of school we met up with our friends the Pitchers and Pattys to talk about the first day. We discused the new homeroom teacher for 9.A, a youngish guy who is tall and rather dashing I must say. In this year I'm looking forward to doing more work on my portfolio during art lessons and becoming a better writer through a writing course. I'm also looking forward to writing about all the interesting things that happen this year in my blog. Thanks for reading!

Friday, July 4, 2008

Hello Blog People!
I'm not going to be posting any updates for a while. If you want to contact me my email address is
I would appreciate prayer for my family's safety and provision while we fly to the States.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Pride Before a Fall

Have you ever heard the Proverb "pride goes before a fall" ? Well, last night I had a fall, face first into my little brother's giant box of Lego! I had been thinking some prideful thoughts along the lines of," Oh Lucy, you're so cool..." and then I tripped and landed in the Lego bin. After I woke up my little brother and mom with my cries of pain and surprise, and picked the Lego blocks out of my hair, I had to laugh at myself. So next time I think I'll think twice before having a prideful thought. Escpecially since I have little rectangular bruises all over myself as reminders!

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Bootlegging and Gardening

I just got in from watering our garden. I feel a hint of pride when saying that. You would understand why if you had seen the way it was before we weeded. Since I don't have any before pictures I can describe it accurately by telling you that the weeds were waist high.
Also we discovered that the previous owners of our garden had used it as a garbage dump. After I found a broken wine glass and a bald tennis ball I came up with a theory about the person who lived here before. By the wine glass I surmised that he was a bootlegger, I also deduced that he was very large and like to sample his own wine. Plus, he had a bushy red mustache. After a quick peek of the bald tennis ball it was obvious that the large bootlegging wine guzzler enjoyed torturing tennis balls by sadistically scraping their green fuzz off.
Once we had cleared away the weeds and all the incriminatory evidence of bootlegging, we filled the garden with bags of lovely new soil (now that I'm an official gardener, I feel obligated to use the word 'soil' instead of 'dirt). It was during this stage that I discovered two new things that I love:
a) pulling fat juicy worms out of the ground and listening the popping noise it makes (I realize that that may sound a little weird...)
b) walking barefoot in new soil
Our new garden plot ready, my mom and I planted about twenty strawberry plants and some tomatoes. We cheated a little and bought the plants instead of planting from seed, but I'm just as excited to see how they turn out!
Thanks for reading!

Friday, May 30, 2008


Something you may not know about me is that I'm a morning person. I don't know many early birds aside from myself, I guess we're a dying breed. I love having the first hour or so of the day to myself. My favorite way to start the day is going downstairs when everybody is sleeping and the sun is blazing through our kitchen door. I make a cup of tea and grab a book, or put on my running shoes and go for a run, or better yet take off my socks and race across the wet lawn.
I feel at my best in the morning. The whole day is ahead of me and it can be completly different than yesterday. Of course, it doesn't always go according to plan, but then there will be new mornings. Today was a beautiful morning. I sat in the yard with my tea, read Colossions and sang as loud as I could in the shower. Then I got to school and everything changed. It wasn't the greatest day I've ever had. I did badly on a math test that I had studied hard for and I had friend trouble. I was pretty grumpy, which is why I'm looking forward to tomorrow morning's fresh start.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Girl Day!

I have just returned from an unforgetable experience! As some of you may know my grandparents are visiting us in the Czech Republic for the first time, so it was my mom's idea to have a ladies retreat in a luxerious hotel in Poland.
My dad dropped us off and then disappeared to have his own adventure with my grandpa at Auschwitz (I found it kind of ironic that they were at a concentration camp while we soaked in fragrant hot tubs:). Right after we arrived we ate a magnifcent lunch at the buffet, soaked for hours in the various hot tubs and pools at the spa (I was sporting a brand new swimsuit) and then returned to our room thoroughly pink and exfoliated. We then settled down to a dinner we had brought with us, and watched episodes of a BBC show about women in the fashion buissness. What a perfect end to a lovely girl's day!
The next morning we made our way to the hair salon and my grandmother treated us all to hair cuts. Anyway, it was fine, the only weird part about this particular hair cut was the fact that a GUY cut it. An actual member of the opposite sex touched my hair, not to mention my very private scalp! I occupied myself during my haircut by thinking of the way I would defend myself if he made any inappropriate advances on my hair. I decided could probably knock him out pretty easily with a bottle of hairspray, but if that didn't work I could probably use one of the nifty moves I've picked up by watching Kate from Lost. In the end, three generations of beatifully tressed women filed out of the salon, perfectly satisfied with our lovely new haircuts. (the man turned out to be very nice and a skilled haircutterer)
So we wrapped up our time together by lingering over coffee and drinking in lots of family history from Grandma. It was an amazing time and I love both of them so much. I'm grateful to have two strong christian women as role models.Thanks for reading:)

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Shriveled Rubber Brain...Please Pray!

I really need prayer right now. Because of recent circumstances like reconstruction, I haven't been able to have my own room. It's not even so much my own room that I miss, as a door. (those of you who have been a teenaged girl will know what I mean, if not, please take my word for it:) Anyway it's been wearing on me more than I expected and I need alot of peace and patience.
-Lucy Rose

However,I don't want any one to get the wrong idea. I do want to be with people and enjoy their company, but I know that if I don't get a certain amount of time on my own, my brain fizzles out and shrivels up into a wad of black rubber. And nobody wants to be round me then:) So, thanks for reading!

Saturday, May 17, 2008


Hello Faithful Blog Readers!
I've been feeling differently about myself lately, so I thought it was time for a change in the way my blog looks. I've never done played around with stuff like this before, so it was fun. I tried to apply a bit of the knowledge gained in computer class, although it mostly didn't work. But it was a blast and I feel pretty good about the results:) Thanks for reading!

Sunday, May 11, 2008

The Play's the Thing!

Yesterday I had a very interesting experience. I went to a play that a couple of my friends were acting in. The play was called "Sladkohorske Barvoslepost" which means "Bittersweet Colorblindness" in English. I got a ride with my friend Gabi and her boyfriend. And yes, it was a little awkward, but I was just glad I got a ride at all!
The play itself was creepy and twisted, albeit very well written, and the acting was pretty good too. It was about an emotional bookish boy who falls in love with a girl, meanwhile the other characters face problems like dealing with the murder of a daughter and the disapearance of a husband. Slowly it is revealed through dramatic music and strange people in tights (at one point they were missing one girl in tights, Jirka asked me if I wanted to have that part, once I saw the play I was kinda glad I turned him down!) that the girl our hero has fallen in love with is dead. It reminded me a little of the movie Corpse Bride, without the cute songs. Anyway in the end it was revealed that the boy is actually suffering from a serious mental illness. Oh and that she was in fact murdered by her own father who wanted to save her from the suffering of this world. Like I said, very creepy! The guy who wrote it (he also directed it and acted the lead, wow, alot of work...) must have had some serious issues. Hanka (my friend who acted in it) said he wrote at the cemetery.
All in all, I was glad I went. My friend Jirka did a great job and was very convincing. And Hanka was great too, very believable. It was just very interesting experience and I needed to talk about it:) Thanks for reading!

Friday, May 9, 2008

A Recovering Addict (to embarrassment)

Lately I've been trying to come out of a phase. This phase could be called "Being Embarrassed by Everything". I'm sure those of you who survived puberty (what an awful word) know all about it. Anyway, I was hit with an unusually excruciating case of BEE, and still occasionally suffer from it. Of course being embarrassed by my parents is normal. I don't want to turn on them in a nasty way, but they are the ones who imitated the monkeys at the zoo that one time. I have very vivid memories of that event, I'm sure you can't blame me for that, at least!
Anyway, my point in all this is that my case of BEE was starting to blow out of proportion, I was being embarrassed by absolutly everything; the way my dad has a loud voice, or the way my mom chews, and the way my little brother sneezes or my big brother breathes!!! I'm surprised they didn't get rid of me. But then something happened that made me stop in my embarrassed tracks and look at things from a better perspective. My friend's father is an alcoholic, and one day I saw her walking home with her dad, who, let's just say wasn't feeling too good, and he was talking to himself and falling over. I thought about how I get embarrassed by my dad when he wears a silly hat or sings while he walks, but my friend has to put up with that kind of dad. I felt really stupid for being embarrassed by parents who love me and care for me, and who are trying their best to adapt to a different culture.
So ever since then, whenever I feel I'm about to be embarrassed for a irrational reason (the monkey imitations were completly rational by the way) I try to remember that it doesn't really matter what other people think, but only what God thinks. One verse that helped (still does) is in Genesis when Samuel is looking for the new king to annoint and he can only see the physical assets of David's brothers.

1 Samuel 16:7
But the LORD said to Samuel, "Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart."

So as a recovering BEE, I'm not saying I'll never be embarrassed again, but I am saying that I have been trying to do a better job thinking about my heart instead of my outward appearance.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Six year old me

Today we are cleaning out our bookshelves. This is a very long process, seeing as our family owns TONS of books. We hoard them like squirrels preparing for a really long winter (I actually found tooth marks on some of them). They cover practically every wall in our house. Anyway, getting to the point, among the piles of maggoty mott eaten pages, I found a book of stories that I wrote when I was about six or seven. They are about my imaginary character named No-On. At age six I was facsinated by the fact that some words could have a meaning both backwards and forwards, hence the name No-On. So last time I showed you a story I wrote at age fifteen and this week you can read a story from the six year old Lucy.

No-On is a litel grl. She is sortov por, she onlee has a bole of soop abowt a sentemeeter deep for her meals. No-On lives in a smol cottage with one room, she has one toy. She has an ant for a pet, and she takes it for a walk every day, but her ant gets stompt on every day. So, she has to get a noo (new) one.
One morning, when No-On got up and she looked out the window, she saw the same old things as yooshuwwol (usual). But thar was one thing that was diffrint. Thar was a monster.

According to my parents, I was always creating new stories and drawing pictures to illustrate them. I was a strange little kid.
Well, thanks for reading! Bye for now!

Friday, April 18, 2008

Short Story

Hey Blog Reading People!
Something cool happened yesterday! I won a writing contest! I'm pretty excited, so please excuse my bragging (but hey, what else is a blog for?). I sent in my entry on the given theme "Jars of Clay" from the verse in 2 Corinthians. I kind of forgot all about until my dad told me I had won first place. I was surprised but pleased. Ok well that's enough boasting, now judge for yourselves and read my story.

A Short Story by Lucy Till

“Briiing!” the timer signaled that it was time to take her pills again. She feebly stretched a long bony arm across the bedside table and reached for her pills. As she drew her arm back, pills in hand, she knocked against the clay pot that had been balanced precariously on the edge of the table. It toppled to the floor and shattered, spilling it’s contents of soil and a single flower onto the floor.
“Oh!” she cried out in alarm, “Not my violet!” As quickly as her weak limbs would allow, she crept out of bed, careful not to pierce her bare feet on one of the shards. Slowly, she knelt beside the heap of dirt and picked up the tiny, frail plant. Fingering it’s delicate leaves she brought it up to her nose and breathed in it’s scent. She inhaled deeply, hoping the smell would somehow transport her back to the day she had received the violet as a gift.
It had been one of the days when she hadn’t felt well enough to sit in the garden. Though the blinds had been pulled down to block the sun, somehow it’s rays could not be stopped from poking mischievously through the cracks. Her husband had snuck into the room while she had been dosing off. “Dear, are you awake?” he asked in his low crumbling voice,” I have something for you.” She rolled over to face him. He held out the violet, with it’s roots dangling and damp clumps of earth still clinging to them. “I decided that since you can’t go to the garden, that the garden should come to you” Smiling sleepily, she took the plant and brought it to her nose to inhale deeply. The warm, earthy aroma of spring filled her nostrils, stronger than the musty smell of sickness and rubber gloves that filled the room.
Again she drank in it’s scent, remembering how she had then asked her husband to bring her the clay pot her son had made for her. Making pottery had been one of his “phases”. He had had a carving phase and oil painting phase too. He could never decide on one medium for his artwork. He was forever experimenting with something new. But her favorite phase had been the pottery phase. Although his pots and platters were often lopsided, she had carefully kept each one and wrapped them in tissue paper. She had lovingly patted the soil around her violet, tucking it safely into the clay pot her son had made.
Now she saw that same pot, it’s pieces scattered on the floor as if a careless child had been playing, and suddenly losing interest in his game, left them there. She picked up a shard of the pot and traced the places where her son’s fingers had molded the clay and shaped it smooth. It had been so long since she had seen her son, but she could still remember his tiny hands as a baby. How there had been a crease of baby fat around his wrist. She thought about how over the years his hands had elongated and grown bony with prominent knuckles and veins. He was no longer her baby when his wide long hands could easily envelope her own freckled hands. She hadn’t seen those large knuckled hands for a while now. Ever since her husband had passed away, he hadn’t made much time to come see her.
She rose, flower in hand. Oh well, she thought, my pot was never going to last forever anyway. She still felt a pang of sadness for it. But look: a glass of water already stood on the bedside table as if anticipating the accident. She breathed a faint sigh of relief. At least her flower would live. Though the pot had been homely and rather misshapen, her son had made it after all. He had used those great hands of his to fashion it especially for her.

Monday, April 7, 2008

Crazy Day

Wow! Today was pretty crazy! I was running all over the place. After school I met with a friend for lunch, then to an extra session of tutoring, and then I went to Tensing (only to find it had already ended) and then I spent half an hour with a friend. I often have crazy days like this, but today was funny because with each person I talked to, I had a deep conversation about divorced parents. Each friend I talked with was experiencing problems with step parents and relationships with Mom or Dad. I don't think it was a coincidence though. I think God was poking me in the back and tugging at my heart trying to get my attention, telling me to be grateful for the parents I have. The kids in this country are really suffering. Almost all my friends have divorced parents, and even though they won't admit it, they are deeply affected by it. So for those of you with functional families and supportive parents, be thankful! Maybe sometimes you argue over your curfew, jobs around the house, dating or even silly things like the hairdryer (I know I do...), stop and think a moment about how much you have to be thankful for.
Right now my dad is in the States and it's hard for all of us even though he'll only be gone another week. I was thinking about my friends whose fathers are gone most of the year.
This post is not trying to be really depressing or anything, I just wanted to let you know what's been on my heart right now so that you can pray for the kids here. That they would be able to meet the Father that doesn't give up on them.

Friday, March 28, 2008

Latest Artwork

I finally got around to scanning my latest artwork. So now it is here for you all to see!

This is a picture of Venice, which I copied of a lovely photo Mrs. Patty took while there. I used a combination of watercolor and black marker.

I did this accroding to a book my dad had lying around. The book was filled with pictures of Toronto in the 80's so this is a cafe from then. It's also watercolor but with a fine tipped black pen. I'm afraid you'll have to look at it sideways, because my computer skills are extremely primitive and I couldn't figure out how to turn around! Whoops!

And this here is out of my own imagination. It's a fairy, I was in a fantstical creature mood. This is just watercolor I think, although I might have snuck some pen in there somewhere...

Well, that's all for now, thanks for reading!

Monday, March 24, 2008

Interesting Things

Hello! Did you enjoy a lovely Easter Sunday celebrating Jesus' amazing resurrection? Well we did! I'm excited about how much he cares about me. Enough to give me the gift of his death on the cross.
Lots of interesting things have been happening around the Till household lately. This week was difficult for my dad, who has been struggling with some real problems at work. That's been hard, but this afternoon he embarked on another trip to the States. He'll be gone for three weeks, raising support, encouraging people to pray for BMA and getting four students settled in with American families. It can get a little hectic when he's gone for a long period of time, so I hope we hold out!
Soon my brother Patrick will leave to look for colleges! It's a reminder that we only have him for another year and a half! That's not nice to think about, I'm going to miss him a ton.
As far as I am concerned, a few interesting things have been going on with me too. Maybe some of you know that I have been interested in an art high school. (Stredni Umelecka Skola v Ostrave, for those of you who speak czech) Well right now I'm pretty serious about this school. I have to complete a portfolio of 25 pictures by January to apply. The scary thing is they only take about nine kids. So it's something I've been praying alot about lately and hae been wondering if this is something God wants for me.
The other, smaller interesting thing that has happened to me is; I got my hair cut! My hair was starting to get pretty gross. Split ends were becoming tripple split ends and I wouldn't be surprised if small animals had started nesting in it's tangled locks. Anyway I went to the haircuttery (I'm not sure that's a word...) and asked for "something different", in other words really short. The haircutress (Ok I admit, I made that one up) however decided she didn't want to cut my hair as short as I wanted her to. She insisted that it would look horrible. So I got a nice sholder length haircut. It was cute. But when I got home I hacked off an extra two inches or so, till it was the length I wanted it to be. I'm pretty happy with it now! And I would show you the before and after pics we took, but my dad just flew away with the camera for the next 3 weeks! I'm not saying you should try this at home (cutting your own hair, I mean). The real moral of this long winded tale is: Don't let your haircuttress boss you around!
Ok, that about wraps things up for now. I'm hoping to have the use of my tutor's scanner soon so that I can show you my latest art work. Bye for now!

Tuesday, March 11, 2008


I'm a member of a Christian singing group called Tensing, which meets in my town. It's a great place for teens to sing, hang out with friends and just have fun. Along with singing, we occasionally dance (I only dance when forced...) or do drama. Being a lover of drama, naturally I was excited when our leader asked me to lead a series of drama workshops. How wonderful! A chance to act and boss people around, at the same time!
I lead the first drama session (after lots of valuable consultation with my very dramatic father) about three weeks ago and was pretty pleased with it's results. I stressed the importance of three main keys to good drama; support, position and movement. I illustrated each with a corrosponding game.
Last week I planned a game that focused on support. Unfortunatly, there was a whole lot of people and I didn't really have their attention.
This week I was asked to lead a drama workshop for the whole two hours, seeing as our leader is in Israel. I was kind of dreading exercising authority over people who are the same age as me or older, not to mention keeping them occupied for an hour. Anyway, I prepared a short explanation of the phrase "suspention of disbelief". That means when the audience knows the play isn't real, but despite that they are willing to enter the world created by the actors, that is if the actors do their job right. This all sounded great when I was getting ready at home, but then I had to somehow say that in czech. I realized that a little late. Too late actually, I don't really think they got it...ANYWAY, the rest of the hour went ok. We played the games I had prepared, and some of the kids got pretty into it. I did have one non-tensing person show up. That was difficult, seeing as I don't think he had any interest in what we were doing at all. Maybe he thought there would be food...Now I'm trying to write a script for the skit we will do at our next concert. That's a bit scary. I've never written a play before!
Well, now you know how I've been spending my Monday evenings! Thanks for reading!

Saturday, March 8, 2008


Hello! I'm afraid it's been a while since my last update, so I'll try to be as witty and charming as possible to make up for lost time:)
Some interesting things have been happening around here lately. We are renovating our house! My parents have been dreaming up plans for our house's makeover ever since we bought it. The idea is to have three stages of construction. The first stage is knocking down the wall separating my parents bedroom and the living room. We have been experiencing the side effects of "stage one" for a week. The workmen came on Monday to knock down the wall.
For the first four days I stayed with a friend. I felt very grown up for those days with no parents. But now I'm back and can return to being thoroughly adolescent. I'm now living in my little brother's bedroom. This means waking up each morning to see the tiny grimacing faces of his Lord of the Rings figure collection. Actually I've made friends with most of them. Underneath their tough warrior exteriors they are sensitive, caring guys.
Well that's all for now! I'd like to post some before and after pictures once "stage one" is finished. But we'll have to see if our camera and my computer cooperate enough to do so. Thanks for reading!

Sunday, February 10, 2008

My Art Work

Hello Blog Readers!

It's been a while! I've been trying to squeeze so much into my schedule, somehow blogging hasn't happened. Despite that nothing exciting has been happening lately. No natural disaters to depict, no hilarious stories to construe and no passionate romances to frighten my parents with. Instead I will take you on a tour of my recent art work.

This is a painting of "balloon flowers". I was messing around with a combination of black pen and watercolours.

This is a rabbit. I hope you all were able to figure that out without my helpful hint. I have eloquently dubbed this drawing "Rabbit". And it's just plain old pencil.

Next we have an example of an artsy phase I like to call "watercolors". It's interesting how you can see how the artist (me) is expressing her feelings and emotions on the paper. As you can see in this painting, I was feeling very strongly towards alarmclocks that day.

Well that's all for now! I hope to post more work soon. My tutor kindly allowed me to use his scanner this week. Thanks for reading!

P.S I like getting comments...hint hint.

Friday, January 25, 2008


I got braces sometime last April. It was definitetly a new look for me, and for those of you who knew me before braces, a pleasant change. It seemed like everytime I went to the orthodontist, she would add something new. As far as I could see from my upside down position in the chair, every time she found a new little spring or wire, she would find a creative new way of attaching it to my mouth. Of course before applying it to my face, she would consult all the other orthodontists in the building. About five of them would lean over me. Some would stick fingers in my mouth, others suggest which teeth should be pulled and I think the rest were just hanging around for the fun of it. Actually my orthodontist is very nice. She has short black hair and four beautiful blue eyes. At least that's what it looks like from where I lay. I start going cross-eyed after a while.
I believe she enjoys all this commotion, so you can imagine her delight when it came time for the bottom set of braces. As of yesterday, I have two sets of braces inside my mouth. I can't talk very well. I can't eat much. There isn't even much room in my mouth for the food that I can eat. And when I manage to squeeze a morsel between the metal bars, it usually tucks itself safely into the space between a wire and the roof of my mouth and chooses to appear again when I talk to someone.
But, as much as I have fun complaining about braces, it really is a huge blessing that I have them. I had really bad teeth, and a dentist had told my parents early on that I would require serious orthodontia. Since then, my teeth have been blessed time after time in amazing ways. When my previous orthodontist told us she didn't have the expertise to fix my teeth, we were shocked when she returned all the money we had already paid for her work. What is even more amazing is our moving to the Czech Republic at the exact time when I needed to start check ups. What I mean by that is; in America the care for my teeth would have been extremely expensive, but in Europe health care is so much more affordable.
So even if you hear me complain, I'm really grateful for my little metal pals (my braces...haha) and for the way God has provided for us in every way. Right down to my teeth!!!

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Well here is my blog! How exciting! Now I can talk about myself nonstop with no interuptions. Haha...Anyway i decided to blog because i enjoy reading Claire's so much, I thought it's gotta be just as much fun to have my own. I did have trouble naming it however. I was juggling a couple titles around. Lucy's Lively Liver, Laughs With Lumpy Lucy and Lazy Lies by Lucy weren't excactly fitting.
I may as well get you all up to date about myself just breifly so you can be caught up. I a 15 years old and live in Frydlant nad Ostravici in the Czech Republic. I have a large amount of curly brown hair which has a strange life of it's own, I have glasses but only wear them at home and I'm still taller than most of the boys in my class. Also belonging to me are a mother and father as well as two brothers (one older, one younger). I'm currently in the eighth grade although technically I should be a ninth grader. Yes, I do speak czech fluently but i'm significantly lacking in proper grammar.
That about wraps things up for now. Now you're all caught up and ready for more exciting entries from the keyboard of Lucy Rose(for those of you who don't know my real name is Lucy Rose but it was a bit confusing for my czech friends:). Thanks for reading!