Oil of Olay Makes Me Feel Special and Also This Post Has No Point.

So I have this lotion that I only use when I’m in a bad funk.  Its for my face.   I love it to a degree that is almost sick.

They should hire me.

 

I love to wear it on my skins.

 

It gives me them special feelings.

 

But most importantly, I like to smell it real hard.

 

Right before we left for Africa, Cathy gave me  a bottle of it.  I didn’t use it until we moved into our horse patty in Noordhoek.   And then I didn’t use it again until just a few months ago.  I have specifically avoided purchasing it because its expensive, and I know how intensly I associate smells with memory.    I didn’t want to wear it out.

But I broke down and bought a bottle of it, and now I bust it open on funkytown days.  Its like Noorhoek is slapping me in the nostrils.

These are some of the pictures we took while we lived there.

 

It was so green and so ridiculously beautiful.  I’d always hoped to visit a paradise but I never thought we’d live in one.

The light was a different color there.

 

And the rainbows were INSANE!!!

 

 

Almost as insane as our landlady…..

 

…who would text us if she saw our car was gone.

This was the most popular text…

 

 

Man I did a lot of walking there….

 

We didn’t have an internet connection while we lived there.  It really was a horse village.  Not of lot of high-tech anything.  But we discovered a stump in the very front of the property and if you sat on it just right, you could piggy-back onto the neighbors wifi.

 

For those of you who followed my Africa blog, you know the log of which I speak.

The only problem was the roosters.  Who knew they hung out in gangs?  There were 9 of them and they all looked exactly alike and they never wandered from each other.  And when they saw me sitting on the log, they’d all come trotting over in their aqua rooster-pants.

And….well, thats all I have to say.

Good night to you.

Feb 15, 2013 - Artsy Things    23 Comments

I AM THE QUEEN OF THE UNIVERSE (in short bursts)

So last night I was lifting weights. Hard.  I’d had one of those days weeks. I was blasting some music that I will not name because I refuse to name my music.  It was great.

 

Suddenly I was hit with a mania of sorts. I’m not sure if it is hormone related, but based on my hot, flashy temper this week, I’d say yes.

 

 

Whereas before I worked out I was feeling a little…

 

 

…afterwards I was all…

 

And I also decided that if I didn’t start the two paintings that had simultaneously popped into my head, like, RIGHT THIS MINUTE, I would die.

And so I got a grip on myself and casually asked The Dark Knight if I could run over to the art store BEFORE the kids went down.

 

Maybe he could see the Crazy in my eyes, but he said yes.

So I got there 10 minutes before they closed and I hauled butt.

 

And then I came home and painted for 4 hours straight.  I did a little more today and Siggy caught me taking a breather (during his quiet time on the chair).

You can tell how grimy his fingers are by the foggy lens.  Great.

 

Anyway, aside from all that action, I wrote out all the names of people who commented on the giveaway blog and I let Siggy draw.

He takes it very seriously.

 

Yay Faith!  Congrats!

UPDATE- Hi Faith, I tried emailing you but it was sent back.  If you will, contact me via my contact button so I can get your shipping info. Thank you!

Feb 11, 2013 - Artsy Things    25 Comments

ETERNITY! TAKE IT! IT IS YOURS!

Actually, its “Immortality! Take it! It is yours!”

 

Brad Pitt really gets all the great scripts.  But its lines like that one that he just can’t pull off for one simple reason: his voice (ok and maybe his acting skills…).  He does not have an actors voice.  It literally makes me cringe.  My favorite thing to do is to shout that line in a horrific English accent (because apparently Achilles was of British decent) when it WAY overstates the situation.

So by “ETERNITY”, I mean “This print I just did…”

Take it, it is yours.

This one came in a batch I got in today and I’m not happy with the colors. Its cool, but I wont sell it.  So if anyone is keen on having it, just leave a comment and I’ll have a random drawing.

*photo by Siggy

 

I don’t even have the brain cells to draw today.  I’m busy destroying things which I have created. Namely, this tree…

 

I decided I hated the foliage and so after hours and hours and hours of work, I ripped it all off with scissors and pliers.

Siggy took this one too. Its an action shot.

 

Ok I’ll draw a quickie.  Behold, the shredding…

 

Really I just finished papering my second tree and it came out so much nicer.

 

I realized I could do better…..

 

Ok, leave a comment and I’ll announce the winner on Friday. You have till then!

Its Time for Some Friday Angst

Friday seems to be a slow blogging day, so if I’m going to air my grievances, this is a great day to do it.

I don’t have any greivances.  I’m just angsty in general.

Its usually art angst.  I’m starting to wonder if I don’t have some compulsive tendancies when it comes to making the artsy stuff.

Right now I’m building bonsai trees.  The first one doesn’t look at all bonsai-ish, but it was a birthday present for Cathy, so its more like her stuff.

Lovely, grainy, dark phone shot.  Don’t you just love all the crap in the background?  The saw? The paint cup? The glue? The tape? The thread?

Ug.

The next two are looking a little more tree-ish.

I start by mixing cement.

 

Then I pour it and insert the form I’ve created.  Rods, wires etc.

 

Then I paper mache it….

And right now I’m painting it.

The thing weighs about 15 pounds even though its small.  Wish I could just make 1 and be happy.  No, I’m going to make 20.

In other news I have 2 new paintings on etsy.

Springtime on the mountain….

 

And Baby….

 

I guess my art angst comes in at the end of the day.

After a long day with the boys…avoiding chores….

 

…feeling old and tired on the bench while Siggy uses my phone to take 27 portraits of me…..

 

…I just want to lay on the floor and drool.

Or draw.  Because that requires zero supplies and no mess to clean up and I can do it in bed and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz………….

The things they let babies get away with….

We were riding in the car the other day and I gave the boys some goldfish crackers so they would have something to put in their pie-holes for five stinking minutes so I could hear myself think.

They were munching for a while before Boy started a slight giggle.  It quickly turned into one of those Youtube baby-laughs where the poor little baby can’t even control its face.

Boy was LOSING it.

I turned around and saw that Sigfried was flicking goldfish into the air onto the floor.

 

And Boy thought it was literally the funniest things he’d ever seen.

 

I wish I could have filmed it, it was so cute.  He literally couldn’t stop.

And did I care that the 4-year-old was throwing food on the floor?  If you could see the inside of my car you would understand that, No, I do not care.

But I was envious of the toddler.  Not because of the wet-your-diaper barf-in-your-lap laughter.  To this day I can still totally do that.

I was jealous of this:

 

 

 

 

DONE!

When he’s done laughing, he’s done laughing.  He can just stop and nobody cares.  Once you get a little older you suddenly have this 12-step-program that you have to go through when you’re finished laughing uproariously.

 

 

Oh how I would love to just turn it off without looking like a total nut-job.

Pages:«123456789...37»