Showing posts with label painting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label painting. Show all posts

PANTONE = WORLD PEACE (or something like that.)

Welp! It's been one of those weeks. You know, the weeks were every day is like so. incredibly slow. and you blink and it's Friday? And also one of those weeks where you are like "eh, things could be better." but eh weeks make good weeks seem even better. And maybe I should say like one more time just to round things up  to easy peasy three. And i did it! So whelp week is turning into WOOT week if you know what I mean.

But that's okay, no one ever knows what I mean. I've just kind of accepted that as fact. But sophie! And Fred? They know.


Totally riding on the "Stressed, depressed but well dressed." mantra this week. I just look so dang good in yoga pants, so what can I say?

And no, I'm not REALLY depressed. But! I will tell you that it is very sad when you find out that Home Depot does not have succulents. A day of mourning, for all!

It's good to be back.

It's good to be babbling again! I take great joy in forming sentences that have absolutely no value whatsoever. And now, on with your life.
And Lowe's has very fine paint chips. And so I guess all is well in the world then. Paint chips (probably)= world peace.

Happy {Fri}Day :: 3/30

My school Faux-cation is almost over and to be honest it's heartbreaking. But I know Summer is right around the corner and I am giddy. Doesn't summer just seem bright and happy? I think so, and I intend to make this summer a great one. Do you have any summer plans? Xoxo, Kryn

PS: That is my milk carton. It's so cute right? I picked those bright colors because I am in full Summer mode. Lime green and orange are summers official colors. Or so I've just decided.

Helpful Advice

On this blog, I often share helpful information.I pride myself on sharing useful information you use everyday. During Christmas I told you to cover your ears when Justin Beibers Christmas album came on. I proved that Pluto really is a planet. And more recently I showed you how to model pathetically. So I am here with another piece of wisdom: Don't ever get a concussion.

I have been figuring out that concussions are obnoxious, sneaky and downright annoying. Yes, I failed as far as Make Up Your own holiday goes. But the concussion side affects took over and frankly, they rule. Headaches ruin any chance of celebration. And Since I cant exactly shoo off a headache, I'm postponing this till I am side affect free.

I don't think I ever told you the story of my concussion. I basically just did. I got a concussion. But other random info is that I was playing football, hit a girl and got a bloody lip too. similar to my other bloody lip, but this story is a little less entertaining.) That's it. That little collision is causing me serious issues in the brain department. And it's so weird.

Have you ever had a concussion? Did you do any weird things? I think we should have a story swap If so.

So I'm sorry for the flop today. If that doesn't suffice, you can tell it to my brain. But don't expect it to listen, its not always polite. Xoxo, Kryn

PS: Tomorrow I get to pick up my milk carton I painted! I'm pretty sure I'm the only girl who likes milk cartons. But they are the vessels of the goodness of the earth, so therefore, I love them.

Pardon

Pardon me for not putting up today's holiday. In my opinion, it is rather lame. I couldn't find any other thing to celebrate, so we are stuck pardoning today.

My primitve painting is so primitive. It is just divine. It is this lovely red house, with a brown streak down one side, and a grassy field. It's a fall scene, but I didn't have time at Emily's to finish the trees. But, it is very, very, very, primitive! I am even making childish art look childish. Meanwhile, Emily is blending colors and creating this lovely Paul Cezzaro print, with two lovely pears. I have a house with a field. I really love art, but as far as doing it myself, I despise it.

With that, I finish. Please pardon me for having nothing to say on the subject of pardoning.

Sincerely,
I'll leave art up to the professionals