tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post8177381502590221738..comments2023-08-15T08:54:34.473-05:00Comments on Robin Thomas: A Nest With A View: She Was...Robin Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861881566669113460noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-79213169008113256882011-08-24T23:18:01.909-05:002011-08-24T23:18:01.909-05:00Time on my hands, looking through the October 14, ...Time on my hands, looking through the October 14, 1980 edition of the Jet Stream, featuring our Entertainment Column, "Robin Reviews". Girl, I read them now through the eyes of your pain but man you were good. A damn good writer, then and now.Zen Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02150722039049104796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-63945242382512752932011-08-03T11:28:23.676-05:002011-08-03T11:28:23.676-05:00Oh, Robin, this is a beautiful piece...with real m...Oh, Robin, this is a beautiful piece...with real meaning. It is amazing how much the high school years influenced our lives...must have been such formative years with a big need for acceptance. You were going through your brother's death at the same time...no wonder you don't look back fondly. I really don't know too many people who do even without such traumas... I think you are wise to look at all the good things you learned and took from those years- I should cut myself some slack and do the same! XOLinda @ Itsy Bits And Pieceshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12090973681675943970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-48213857113386391502011-08-02T18:25:53.110-05:002011-08-02T18:25:53.110-05:00Robin,
You break my heart. I cannot read your writ...Robin,<br />You break my heart. I cannot read your writing without being touched to the core. I ache for you. You are such a precious soul and you are honest from head to toe. I ache for you...and then I realize that I know that ache so well and I am aching for myself as well. For a shit father and a mother who died on me, for years of surviving with a smile on my face when I was bleeding inside, for carrying memories I couldn't share with anyone in my poor crappy body to the point I became very ill. And now I am taking a deep breath, and realizing that there are good things that have happened in my life and I have survived and have so much more of "me" than I ever had. Now is truly a time of trial and I pray that I have enough of me to make it through.<br /><br />Robin, I wish the same for you. I laughed my head off at your last email...about twenty times. You make me smile. You make me see myself. I am not the only one who just adores you. Look at all these comments. You speak to our hearts and we can't help but speak right back to you from the same place, dear lady!<br /><br />P.S. I had that same dress.Suzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01665971012821588161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-78102259638262705772011-08-02T00:10:53.096-05:002011-08-02T00:10:53.096-05:00Why didn't you put a red sequined vest and top...Why didn't you put a red sequined vest and top hat, accompanied by a layered pirate Dickie and white fake-leather (Nancy Sinatra) go-go boots on that girl who was occasionally asked to don either jazz gloves, pom pons or knee pads to perform the Fiddler on the Roof, ya da ya da ya da da,da,da, knee dragging across the football field spectacle that brought gasps from the adoring fans? Because you are much too humble for such things. But Jemellia - I have the photos.<br /><br />You and I, personally have already crossed this bridge but may I just add how proud I am of you to call you a fellow jazz glove wearing survivor of the silent pain that may have taken us all if we hadn't had each other to hear what was never spoken.<br /><br />You are loved from the time we sat with curlers in our hair until this very day - still sensing and feeling each other from miles away.<br /><br />Robin, my Robin - spread your lovely wings and fly.Zen Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02150722039049104796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-35850221273610191502011-07-30T21:42:06.978-05:002011-07-30T21:42:06.978-05:00*hugs* to you and that poor precious high school g...*hugs* to you and that poor precious high school girl you used to be. Last year I had my high school reunion and it brought on a strange sort of melancholy for me as well. Somehow they seem to dredge up those old feelings and fears of never finding somewhere you fit, or being loved, and then you realize: "Hey! Its been decades now! I DO fit and I AM loved! Whatever, high school!" but I totally get what you're feeling. Its a phenomenon all its own. My high school experience was rather lonely. I am so thankful that's not my life anymore!<br /><br />This painting is lovely too. I love all the subtle undertones. Its beautiful.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01162985502341523594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-58301971491429126462011-07-29T14:58:55.100-05:002011-07-29T14:58:55.100-05:00Robin, I think that's why so many of us are ki...Robin, I think that's why so many of us are kindred spirits; we were such tortured souls in high school! I know I am still trying to find my way, I appreciate that you put into words what I cannot say!<br /><br />Julie B.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-60519863298348737142011-07-29T09:21:49.570-05:002011-07-29T09:21:49.570-05:00Your art is beautiful. Thank you for sharing such...Your art is beautiful. Thank you for sharing such a personal story. I'm happy to hear that you were able to get together with the girls. I've never been to a high school reunion, just never saw any reason for it. <br />Thank you so much for visiting with me. Hope you have a good weekend.Betsy@My Salvaged Treasureshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18120247339822621125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-22294614294323807412011-07-28T21:08:17.525-05:002011-07-28T21:08:17.525-05:00Yep... even the dark can hold pretty. Your canvas...Yep... even the dark can hold pretty. Your canvas is beautiful, as are you, Robin.<br /><br />I sure wish I could just blank out my middle school and high school years. In fact, maybe everything from 10 yrs. to 20 yrs. would be even better.Alisa Noblehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08739920257852628288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-44820676935231400462011-07-27T22:07:54.570-05:002011-07-27T22:07:54.570-05:00RoBiN...i am so grateful for you. you say the thi...RoBiN...i am so grateful for you. you say the things that i think and i am healing right along with you. your best is always good enough, that's what they say. And, you, sweet friend, are the best. thanks for always being so open & honest. francAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-91492929900514749672011-07-27T21:34:44.239-05:002011-07-27T21:34:44.239-05:00Wow.This post and your art are amazing. Your words...Wow.This post and your art are amazing. Your words: She was trying to love the girl who hated herself and your events of the dark years , especially survived when I didn't care if I did struck huge chords with me. <br /><br />Is it strange to have your kids lives propel you back to their ages, to dredge up so many feelings and memories? This happens to me a lot, and I'm not sure I like it. It's very hard to be present when you're stuck in the past, which just won't go away or resolve or learn its place. I'm trying to be about them, but I'm still working on issues with me too.<br /><br />You win points and praise for trying to sort it out, and for sharing your journey and your art with us. Many thanks.Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10114884092474969555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-55777664693617168532011-07-27T20:13:37.457-05:002011-07-27T20:13:37.457-05:00Not sure I know many people who loved the high sch...Not sure I know many people who loved the high school experience. I went through some pretty dark times too, and though I managed to escape relatively unscathed, I wouldn't go back there for a million dollars.<br /><br />You are infinitely lovable. I'm glad you've found a way to make some joy in the midst of those dark places. Love your artwork!Holly Hallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03811532113860595918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-6186419035101755782011-07-27T18:10:20.512-05:002011-07-27T18:10:20.512-05:00Many of us adore That Girl! Keep working toward t...Many of us adore That Girl! Keep working toward that light that shines from your hands and one day, I believe you will look to find you loving Robin. Hugs, girl!!Debehttp://onefourandmore.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-5293315945207848132011-07-27T17:05:00.615-05:002011-07-27T17:05:00.615-05:00I love your canvas! You always pull through the t...I love your canvas! You always pull through the tough times with some kind of creative work of art..........keep it up girl!<br /><br />It was great seeing you last night! Come around more often.jackiehttp://www.goodgriefgirdie.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-35710376968579727892011-07-27T15:40:32.964-05:002011-07-27T15:40:32.964-05:00My Dad died the summer before I started high schoo...My Dad died the summer before I started high school which caused me to question everything. It wasn't a good time for me. I felt different and honestly it is all kind of blurry. Those years I was just looking to be loved and to feel safe. It caused me to make some bad choices, but I also realize I wouldn't be the person I am now if I hadn't gone through all of that. I have friends now that I didn't know in high school and still feel a little awkward whenever they reminisce about the good ol' days. Hugs.Medeahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07763374457431548133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-63762794895024243982011-07-27T13:53:43.445-05:002011-07-27T13:53:43.445-05:00I truly enjoy reading each and every post of yours...I truly enjoy reading each and every post of yours. You are so intelligent and I love hearing things from your perspective. You have a way of putting hard, confusing feelings into words that make sense.<br /><br />I think very highly of you, Mabin. :)<br /><br />AshleyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-7401887245772611502011-07-27T13:49:00.914-05:002011-07-27T13:49:00.914-05:00Your art looks awesome and I am glad Allie has the...Your art looks awesome and I am glad Allie has these great memories with her girlfriends that you are helping her make. Glad to see that you are continuing to heal through your art:)Honey Lamb and Ihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08791210335924294131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-30713227163987993132011-07-27T13:39:10.269-05:002011-07-27T13:39:10.269-05:00High school memories do that to me too sometimes. ...High school memories do that to me too sometimes. I was also very careless and it cost me dearly, and now I've got a lifetime of issues stemming from me not being cautious with myself. I think friends and loved ones are endlessly important when those feeling come back, which they always do. The important thing is not to block them out, but to allow the people who want to be there for you to do so.<br /><br />Your artwork is GORGEOUS! Everything is so perfect and symbolic.Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12741247143308918302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-46473356740619989342011-07-27T13:07:22.126-05:002011-07-27T13:07:22.126-05:00I really enjoyed most of high school, but I am so ...I really enjoyed most of high school, but I am so much different then I was then!! Thank God!!Maijahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13135365625592725709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-18032501753134291482011-07-27T12:59:41.207-05:002011-07-27T12:59:41.207-05:00Robin your honesty and openess touches my heart. ...Robin your honesty and openess touches my heart. Your "she art" words are so beautiful and meaningful. Thank you for sharing yourself and your art with us...Createologyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17141896048450385243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-65420118939490686892011-07-27T12:06:42.733-05:002011-07-27T12:06:42.733-05:00I hated high school for many different reasons and...I hated high school for many different reasons and it took decades to make it and everything surrounding that time a distant memory. If there were only perfect people who made perfect decisions there would be no artists in this world. Thanks for sharing once again - peace be with you! ~*~LisaThe Moonlit Stitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12579855658011403660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739812143584749737.post-3571379568934275462011-07-27T11:13:12.154-05:002011-07-27T11:13:12.154-05:00Your best looks damn good!
I need a drill team pi...Your best looks damn good!<br /><br />I need a drill team pic.<br /><br />I am making a houndstooth mini dress for myself, with a green belt. For real. I just talked about it last night.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com