The project list is getting pretty long: Here's a quick summary of the paintings alone.
1) Plane Propeller for Bryson
My brother brought home an old airplane propeller and asked me to paint on it so he could add it to his soon-to-be-born son's nursery (it's all airplane themed). Which means a lot of practice when it comes to painting old P51 Mustangs and F4U Corsairs.
2)Cat/Southwest Painting
About two years ago I told my mom that I was going to paint her something for Mother's Day--It never got finished. Based off of a photograph I took of a kitten curled up in a southwestern-style woven basket.
3)Ocean Background Painting
All I have completed on this one is an ocean inthe background. No idea what's going in the foreground at all, but it needs something.
4) Rose in Oils (For once, I'm painting myself something...shocker)
And it's pink!!
5) Megan's own personal Ipod ad
It'll be cool--I just need to do it :)
6) Becca's Calvin and Hobbes painting
Because sometimes she's a little much like Calvin...or his alter-ego Hobbes, depends on the day really :) Just teasing, Becca
7) Blank 16x24 canvas
Yeah, no ideas yet. I'd like to do something that I can leave here, with my family. For some reason I need that connection, I guess.
8) Blank 11x14 canvas
Maybe this will be another gift... I don't know yet.
This is all....for now. Until I go buy more canvases, pretty much.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Life {Barefoot}
I realized yesterday that, at the end of the day, I had not put on a pair of shoes once. Not even flip-flops.
Life's different here.
Life's different here.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Life {In the Garage}
A few years ago, my dad realized something--Chris would soon be married and Jason had already moved out of the house.
Which meant that he would ultimately be living in a house with all girls. His solution? Build a pole-barn out back, a sort of mechanic's club-house, a refuge from all the estrogen.
He's even good enough to put up with me "helping" out--in some ways, nothing has changed since I was little. I'm still asking questions every five minutes and am still absolutely flummoxed when it comes to the identity of various tools, parts, and ...well, random stuff. (And did you know how much of that stuff is toxic? Is it really that good for you to be playing around with lithium anti-seize?) Anyways, since my Mustang is the current project taking up all of Dad's time, I thought I should be lending a helping hand in something other than the financial department. (After all, the only reason I can afford to put the 'Stang back together is because I finally got an insurance settlement check for lost wages and "inconvenience" after totalling out Dad's truck last summer) From my time in the garage, I've learned some useful things--how to change my own oil, replace the bulbs in my headlights and taillights--and some... other things. Turns out you don't need a Pilates ball to do balance exercises if you have a good tire. (Well, a girl has to do something when she has no idea what's going on!)
I also found out that I am absolutely not to ever bring home a boy who knows less about tools than I do. Dad doesn't even like the idea of boys in my life at all--I was teasing him and said I'd just date a mechanic while I was in Utah and man, did he get grumbly! It's funny to hear the tone of his voice when he's mentioning some possible maintenance that might need to be done that's out of my skill set and says "You'll need a boy to do this." In his mind, "boy" is a dirty word. Like I said, things haven't changed that much since I was little :)
Which meant that he would ultimately be living in a house with all girls. His solution? Build a pole-barn out back, a sort of mechanic's club-house, a refuge from all the estrogen.
He's even good enough to put up with me "helping" out--in some ways, nothing has changed since I was little. I'm still asking questions every five minutes and am still absolutely flummoxed when it comes to the identity of various tools, parts, and ...well, random stuff. (And did you know how much of that stuff is toxic? Is it really that good for you to be playing around with lithium anti-seize?) Anyways, since my Mustang is the current project taking up all of Dad's time, I thought I should be lending a helping hand in something other than the financial department. (After all, the only reason I can afford to put the 'Stang back together is because I finally got an insurance settlement check for lost wages and "inconvenience" after totalling out Dad's truck last summer) From my time in the garage, I've learned some useful things--how to change my own oil, replace the bulbs in my headlights and taillights--and some... other things. Turns out you don't need a Pilates ball to do balance exercises if you have a good tire. (Well, a girl has to do something when she has no idea what's going on!)
I also found out that I am absolutely not to ever bring home a boy who knows less about tools than I do. Dad doesn't even like the idea of boys in my life at all--I was teasing him and said I'd just date a mechanic while I was in Utah and man, did he get grumbly! It's funny to hear the tone of his voice when he's mentioning some possible maintenance that might need to be done that's out of my skill set and says "You'll need a boy to do this." In his mind, "boy" is a dirty word. Like I said, things haven't changed that much since I was little :)
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