The conservatory always captivates.
Every summer for 4 years now, I disappear into art camp. It’s my favorite time of year. Painting with spaghetti, crafting sketchbooks, and visiting the park’s breathtaking conservatory are definite highlights. I’m on my feet all day supervising a couple dozen kids, and it’s always a blast.
This year my hedgehogs modeled for the teens and tweens camp, we made metal foil embossed sketchbooks, learned sword fighting, and played numerous silly games. Next week is the last camp, Paint-a-Palooza. We start with blind finger painting and end with a paint slip ‘n slide.
Parents and friends often comment that I must have the patience of a saint to deal with goofy kids who enjoy making messes. What they don’t realize is that I am secretly a big kid myself. Shh.
Transforming spaces with 2D elements.
One camper was not into sewing a pillow. I started listing off other possibilities, and her eyes lit up when I said,”Voodoo doll?”
This kiddo said this was not a pillow she could actually sleep on since it had pokey pipe cleaners on it. She then said,”Maybe I’ll give it to my brother.”
These two campers were after my own heart.
This girl fell out of a tree and took it like a champ. Brilliant artist as well.
Gonna miss these goofballs.
August 28 – Sprained my ankle. How, you ask? Just walking. Literally. My ankle was all “I’m a ballerina!” My neighbor helped me up, and I limped to my car and went to work.
August 29 – Car accident. Old man crossed two lanes of traffic and hit me. Acquired silver streak on passenger side of my car.
September 6 – I painted a hedgehog attacking the Indianapolis monument for the Art vs. Art competition.
Photo credited to Whitney Walker at Sky Blue Window
September 8 – My cat Hoggle went missing. Stephen and I searched everywhere, assumed he was dead. Wept like a baby.
September 9 – Found Hoggle. Overjoyed. Somehow crawled into neighbor’s basement of our duplex. He is no longer allowed in the basement.
September 12 – My 30th birthday! Also, online voting began for Art vs. Art.
September 13 – My dear sister and her wonderful wife threw a reception at their new house to celebrate getting hitched back in June, when the ban on gay marriage was deemed unconstitutional.
September 15 – Wallet went missing. Suspected it was taken out of car.
Today – Wallet found, sans $40 birthday cash. At least I don’t have to get a new driver’s license…
Saturday – Competing in another art contest, Masterpiece in a Day.
A lot of ups and downs these past few weeks. My ankle still hurts, and my car accident claim is still processing. I would be absolutely delighted if you could take a moment to vote for my painting at Art Vs. Art. I am also taking suggestions for what to paint on Saturday.
There are few things in life I love more than stickers. Now that I have a sticker maker, I feel like I have magical powers and it’s all I want to do for the rest of my days. I will grow to be a funny old crone who talks to herself and covers the walls of her house in handmade stickers. You wait.
Yes, I got the cutesy pink, houndstooth sticker machine. I figured if I was going purchase something that is basically going to be an extension to my arm, that I might as well invest in something appealing to the eye. (Hint: if you are new to HSN, you can save a buttload on your first purchase- I got this thing super cheap!)
My current obsession is creating stickers out of recycled cardboard. I have a ton saved in our house because I dream of one day building a maze for my hedgehogs, which has yet to happen.
I also crafted some stickers from pictures of family, friends, and pets in anticipation of a family get-together this weekend.
I’m still experimenting, so I’m finding that some things work better than others. On the whole, this machine is the shit.
Poor little Petunia had to go to the vet last week. Stephen noticed she was bleeding from her nether regions, and upon first examination I thought she had bloody tissue protruding from her lady bits. I was afraid it was a prolapse, and that would require life-threatening surgery. Crap crap crap.
Fortunately, it was a sore located very close to her lady bits, probably from scratching her belly with her ever growing sharp nails. So we got some ointment from the doc, and she’s pretty much healed up by now. Her lady bits are fine. Whew.
Please stop looking at my crotch already.
I don’t know how anyone can get any work done when they know they have ice cream in the freezer.
A friend of mine made a tiny leather bound sketchbook for me. It’s perfect for quick little doodles like these 😀