My mother and my two sisters are very artistic. They are talented and work in all kinds of medium. Baby sister just painted a table plaid. PLAID. I thought she covered it with material when I first saw it. She told me she’d show me how to do it..that it wasn’t that hard.
HAHAHAHfuckingHA! I don’t have the patience for that shit. I don’t even take the time to edit these blog posts..Shocking, I know.
My mother and my sisters can draw, paint, sew…you name it…they can do it. Now, I will admit to making a tiny bit of fun at Middle sister’s scrapbooking..but really, they are lovely. And all my pictures are just loose in boxes.
That being said, hubs and I went to a Wine and Canvas event last night. I had envisioned a large room with big easels set up, spaced wide enough apart to give the budding artists enough room to suit Jackson Pollock.
Turns out the easels are small and set up side by side on banquet style tables. Hubs and I are nice people. We just aren’t PEOPLE people. I made sure to give hubs an end seat so that I would be his only neighbor. As we waited for the sold out event to start, I watched the other participants milling about and categorized them. There were two old couples (of which we were one) there were bored looking soccer moms with their little fingers clutched around their wine glass stems and there were girls who were just a little beyond their sorority years.
As we waited the only other male in the class walked over and told Randy and I a joke about a lie detecting robot and porn. To my husbands credit, he did manage a smile at the poor guy’s lame ass joke and didn’t make a single sarcastic comment. Or growl. Either of those things are possible in nearly any public situation.
The 3 women across from me kept me entertained. They talked in bumper stickers. I seriously heard one say “Well..you know…friends are the family that you get to choose”. She was quite earnest. It was fucking adorable.
We did have a good time. Hubs knocked his plate of paint on the floor and it landed in such a way that no paint spilled anywhere. Had that been me, they would have had to repaint the entire place, and the bumper sticker girls would have looked like Adam Ant.
I’m not ever going to be an artist. It takes patience and time…I have no patience. I want to see results. I didn’t want to follow the instructions because it was boring. I just wanted to color. Hubs was even worse at following instructions. I can say that I fully understand now why my eyeliner looks like it has been applied by a toddler every morning.
All that being said…I’d do it again. Not next week or anything, but I’d do it again. It was fun and different and better than lying around watching TV. I was happy that Randy tagged along and didn’t mind at all that I”m turning him into a girl.
We get this one life..as far as I know…might as well try new things. Might as well make something pretty.
And I learned where my talent lies. My talent lies in sarcasm.