Unique watercolor portraits and pet portraits as seen on dooce.com, marthastewart.com and The Pioneer Woman. Commissions gladly accepted.
Okay, so today was Real Halloween, meaning we got to dress in the costumes we wanted, not the mamby-pamby restrictive versions. Masks, face paint, knives, unibrows – we’ve got it all. Now, where are all those trick-or-treaters? Happy Halloween, everyone!
I’m a little behind the eight ball this year with regard to Halloween. I mean, we took that vacation earlier this month so I didn’t have time (read: energy) to decorate the house like I usually do. Plus, my husband put our upright freezer right underneath the door to the attic, so I can’t go
The Christmas rush is upon us. Er..upon me. It’s a regular assembly line up in here. The family is instructed to make their own meals, keep the house from burning down, and keep the coffee coming. I’m locked up in my studio with my paints and the Halloween candy and I’m not coming out ’til
I love wintertime, and snow. I love to watch ski events during the Olympics. My kids have been skiing since they were two. They, and my husband, use cool slang like epic and sweet pow to describe their days on the slopes. But I don’t ski. At all. You see, it seems I am physically incapable of
Ron Weasley is infuriating. Here’s why: He sleeps on the kitchen table. He sleeps on my desk. He sleeps on my paintings. He sleeps on clean towels. His hair is all over the floor. His hair is all over my paint brushes. His hair is all over my clothes. His hair is all over everything.