Hello, there. What’s new? How have you been? Read any good books lately? Seen a good movie or two? Me? Nah…I’ve been doing shit. You know, getting shit done. This and that. Moving and grooving…I can’t be any more specific or I’ll have to keeeeeelllll you…or something.
Get the feeling I’m rambling? Yeah, me too. I’ve actually been painting. Not walls, but I decided to take up my tole painting brush and start again. After ten years of doing nothing at all, I thought painting some Christmas themed stuff would be fun! Yeah. Although ‘fun’ is not the word I would use, it has been productive and relaxing.
Of course, I decided to do this in October, so searching up for supplies has been a challenge. Did you know that nobody tole paints anymore? Or some people refer to it as Folk Art painting. Whatever the fuck it’s called, NOBODY does it anymore… Who knew? Ugh…leave it up to me to pick up a hobby that died out with troll babies and Ninja turtles. But, they made a come-back, right? So can I.
I dug out my paints in the bowels of the basement. They are still encased in a large wooden crate that has been half painted. I gave them all a shake and they were as good as new…almost. I discovered that they don’t make the paint I used, so now I have to switch. The only problem is that all of the colors are different now. So, search up handy-dandy conversion chart and now I have to mix and match new colors and buy the ones that I simply can’t create myself.
Santa that I painted…I like him even if he looks depressed. Joy is not his name.
Joyful Santa here was done on canvas. I really liked the way he turned out despite his cheery demeanor and purplish-alcoholic nose. Nothing says ‘Merry Christmas’ more than a framed alcoholic Santa! Yay me! I loved him so much, I made him a part of my mantel.
Now, I’m working on Santa number two also in canvas, but once that’s finished, I have to search out some new wooden material and that ain’t easy…(I can see you when you do that, “I GOT YOUR WOOD RIGHT HERE” Yeah.) Maybe if I lop off a tree branch and sand it down I could have something to paint…Or, my fence would be good. But Hubby would have to tear down part of it, dry it and bring it in so I could paint it…bit of a pain. And the dog would escape and terrorize the ‘hood, so we can’t have Mags running loose. She’s already got an attitude with her new sweaters…I bought her a hooded pink one. She sorta looks like Missy Elliott now. Scary.
Gangsta Mags…she’s comin’ at you, bro!
Next she’ll be doing gangsta rap and looking for a posse to hang with. All the other dogs will want to join her and we’ll have Spike, Cooper, Reese, Max, Charlie, Hershey and of course, Special Needs Petey (He’s special) and the leader Mags with their hooded sweaters and their swagger….the ‘hood has gone to the dogs…literally.
All that from a bit of painting…*sigh* Anyways, my apologies for ma blogging buds for ma absence as of late. I have been reading, just not commenting. I will return when this painting urge/thing/obsession recedes a bit and I can get back to writing and reading and socializing and being my old annoying and sweary self. I know…miss me, yet?
And if you see any troll babies around, throw one out ma way, will ‘ya?