Ain’t No Use Complainin’

Using Abundies, Mooka, Flux and Hollibaugh.

When I was a child I liked music – still do – so my Mum and Dad joined a music club to buy me classical records to play on my Dansette Major record player. It was my pride and joy. I can remember standing  in the front room (Sitting room/parlour, depending where you come from. The room that was only otherwise used if we had visitors.) conducting the Halle Orchestra and singing along to the Messiah at the top of my voice. I bet our neighbours loved that! One of the early records that I got was Porgy and Bess, which I fell for hook line and sinker. It led me to love blues and soul from a comparatively early age and I’ve never stopped. And one of the songs in Porgy and Bess (“I Ain’t got no Shame”? possibly) has the line “Ain’t no use complainin'” and sometimes it is so right. However badly done to we may feel, there just ain’t no use complainin’.

This comes home to me at present because we’ve just come back from a trip that was less than perfect. All sorts of things were wrong – they wanted us to share rooms when we had booked (and paid for!) separate ones.  We were travelling as a couple and a single lady, so sharing a room really wasn’t on. We’re good friends, but not THAT sort of good friends.) The compensation offered didn’t materialise. The supposedly five star hotel just wasn’t. (It was mainly very nice but it wasn’t five star.)  The Dining Room staff had arguments over our heads as they cleared the tables.  The airport on the way home was a shambles, badly dealt with by the tour reps. The goods we’d ordered on the outward flight were not there for us on our return.  It just went on. It was especially galling because for the  friend we had with us,  this was her main holiday of the year and it should have been just so. So the day after we got home I got a customer satisfaction survey.

You may imagine how long it took to complete it. And my language when the site timed out and I had to do it all again.

But thing is, as my grandson Ben would say, the thing is, my carefully worded and desperately fair critique of the poor service we experienced will have no effect whatsoever. I won’t be compensated but even if it was offered, what compensates for a series of comparatively small, badly dealt with problems? And the smooth apology, if is is forthcoming, will be worded in such a way as to be no apology at all. “I’m sorry that you feel that way, madam…” I mean, they’re not sorry and it’s not how I feel that they should deal with, it’s their poor standards of service. It’s annoying to be ignored but but it’s almost preferable to being insincerely schmoozed.

Icanthis, Sheleaf and Fiore getting ready for some shade and colour.

So let’s do some tangling and get some focus and relaxation. I did too. I’m doing a set of postcards for the latest swap and using them as 100 Days too. (I’d be drawing 18 hours a day if I tried to cover everything separately!) The first one just fell out of my pen. No thought, no plan except to have a border and be vaguely floral. (The brief is to do a bordered card with either a floral theme or a Summer landscape.) You can see it at the top of the page.

And then, as I was part way through drawing out another one, a thought came to me out of the blue. (It doesn’t happen often so I treasure these moments.) ” Clarice Cliff,” a little voice said to me, “try to do a bit of Clarice Cliff.”

And my poor homage to Clarice Cliff in colours way outside my comfort zone.

This is not my usual colour palette but I got out the Sharpies and gave it a go. Now poor old Clarice will be spinning like a top at this travesty, but I got an awful lot of pleasure out of doing this one.

And when we got back from our trip, the floor was covered with post, much of it was what the loved one  calls “hate mail” but is really happy mail from various swaps. So I’m showing you them here because you will understand what a thrill it is to get tiles and zenbuttons and bookmarks and who knows what else from friends across the world.

So much lovely work.

 

ATC from Pam Purk
Bijou on a Tile also from Pam Purk
What a delicate floral tribute this bookmark from Barbara St Pierre
Another bookmark, this from Brenda Perreira. Look at those lovely colours.
Speaking of colour, how about this from my swap buddy, Terri Byrkitt Brown
More from Pam, love sinuous curves on these.
Pam again – she’s been doing some catching up and this is her vintage Winter Ornament.
Zenbuttons Janet Prouty Morrison May 2018 Fabulous shading
And Pam again. Even the envelope is jazzy!

So I’m going to leave it there and wait for the next Diva Challenge.  We’re off down to Wales to see my wonderful Ben soon, so there may be a pause in the drawing for a week or so.  Well, ain’t no use complainin.

Until next time, world, be good-ish.

 

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One thought on “Ain’t No Use Complainin’

  1. Thanks for another delightful read. I’m always so envious of your travels and even more so of your genuine ability to make literary lemonade from those occasional lemons life hands you in your globe-trotting adventures😉
    Love those postcards ❤

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