Last night I got a message from a Miss Sensibly Sassy asking me to dinner tonight. Of course I said yes! A Friday night dinner at Pasta Pomodoro with Sarah?! How could I say no? For two blog friends who live probably within 40 miles of each other and work in the same city to not meet up is just preposterous! We had a great chat, and I even got to see a picture of her baby boy bulldog! So adorable! And I can’t wait until she gets him. I sense many puppy play dates in our future.
The always necessary picture proof of a blogger meetup
A few of you asked what in the world I was painting in my daily photo. Well since you asked…
The new paintings to go over our bed
(For anyone who has already read this and commented on the picture in Flickr.. THANK YOU! Gosh you guys are so sweet you have no idea.)
I had to replace the previous painting that hung above our bed because it looked as my husband so lovingly described it like poop smears. That’s what I get for painting while drinking and watching Sixteen candles.
This time I painted completely sober while watching Sex and the City. What is it? No clue.. maybe a branch with the buds of new leaves? I just wanted something big and simple that would not resemble poop smears and would not compete with the numerous patterns going on in our room.
And viola… the picture of… something that does not resemble poop smears.
SUCCESS!
(and I totally made our bed just to take this picture. le sigh)
And one last poop smears just for Kerri.
A little on my painting history. I took several classes in high school (with Alyssa!) and took another class in college. I haven’t really painted since, and even in those classes I wasn’t all that great. It’s just something I like to do every once and a while. So I just kind of paint whenever I actually have time and whenever I can clean the paints up in time before I have my cat tracking blue paw prints throughout the house. And just to show that the limited skill I do have just runs in the family, one of the many many paintings my grandma has passed our way over time:
And yep, that would be me in that painting.
What are your plans this weekend? My dad is coming to visit on Sunday evening. Also depending on how much work I end up with, we even may try to take the dogs to the beach. We’ll see. But I hope you have a great one!