Every Day Artful

I’ll be honest with you. {As usual…I like telling you how it is.} I haven’t had the best week. I started to write about it. But then I stopped. Because writing is a happy thing that I do. And I wasn’t being positive or happy or uplifting or having an artful day.

And, although I strongly dislike the movie Bambie {remember this is a judgement free zone}, I agree with the sentiment that if you don’t have anything nice to say…you shouldn’t say anything at all.

Thanks Thumper.

Now I have lots of nice things to say. Today was lovely. It was the kind of day that reminds me that there is art in everyday existence. In the pretty things all around us and in the way we spend our moments.

The amount of work stacked up on my computer to get done has gone down a bit, so I was able to devote a good chunk of the day to things outside the screen. Instead of telling you about this lovely day…let me show you.

I sketched and painted up some drafts for a paint-along party I’ll be hosting here at my house on the 19th. I haven’t painted in probably a full year. Once I started I had a really hard time stopping. I missed it. And I think I’ll do more. Lately, I’ve been drooling over Rifle Paper’s designs…so you can see that her work had a heavy influence on me.

Tonight Derek is having the group of high school guys he works with on Wednesday nights over for a night of food and fun. So when I was done painting…I started working on the preparations for my first cookout of the season. {Will the presentation be lost on teenage boys? Probably. But I don’t care.}