No, I really am. It’s okay.
You know that feeling where the self-loathing and frustration and anger and hurt all just pile up reeeeeeeally slowly, so slowly that you can’t always tell it’s happening until some … Continue reading
You’re turning violet, Violet!
I say this as someone who loves Willy Wonka (both movies in different ways, but the book first and foremost) and Roald Dahl in general — you should not … Continue reading
Because didn’t you always want to see an owl in a chastity belt?
This is not going to help my Google search terms list.
This one’s for my mom and also my. . . um. . . aunt-in-law?
My sister-in-law’s mother, that is, and it’s because she and my mother both love Impressionism immensely. If I ever have free time again (hah!), I’ll probably compile all the art … Continue reading
Oh, did you think I was done with art owls?
By the way, A (not work A, different A), if you still haven’t seen ‘Mean Girls’ yet, I demand that you fix that. I promise you will never, ever regret … Continue reading
Talking to other humans, eep.
And I agree with him. Making phone calls is terrifying and a leetle bit panic-inducing and nauseated-making. In fact, my most hated part of my job is the phone calls … Continue reading
Leeetle format change on this one. Canvas is easier to not set on fire.
You know that moment where you want to work with encaustic but you don’t have terribly good melting supplies and you can’t find your tjanting tool, but it’s not worth … Continue reading
You may have guessed that I LOVE TINY THINGS.
I linked you guys to Ledray’s work a while back, but here‘s a really nice review with a few pics of his insane assemblages of tiny, handmade, unique vases.
I’m not great at drawing cars.
That’s supposed to be a Gremlin, just so you know — not because that’s what I drive, I have a reasonably reliable although somewhat elderly Honda Accord named Kaylee, but … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 