Steal Like An Artist

Ha! Read (most of) this great book that P9's art teacher (now my art teacher too) had in her studio. If you get a chance, spoil yourself:

So today we did lots of art. L12 told me he is rubbish at art, which made me sad. Then he did this, which made me (and I hope him) happy:

P9 had her usual dilemma about what to draw, until in the end I gave in and drew this in outline for her (what's the good parent answer to that? I just don't know) and she worked on it and painted it and made it really gorgeous:

 I copied a bunch of pics from Cassandra Barney who makes the most lovely pictures:

 and did this girl too because I like her wide face, even though I've drawn her before. This was a 5 min before school-pick-up desperation art attempt:

I'm only posting all these because my lovely invisible friend asked me to post my painting, and Aunt Iz did too, and since she's totally playing her first chemo card today ;-) who can say no to her? So I did this twisty-neck girl with pencil and watercolour too:

Eeeek, painting is even scarier than drawing, and drawing is really scary. Putting drawings on the internet is pretty much up there too. But I'm grown up and I realize that no-one really gives a damn what you do 'cos they're too busy worrying about what they do. Ain't life awesome?

Miraculous

My superpower is that I managed to get L12 to eat an olive. Oh yes I did. I know. He pulled this face as he tasted it:

I might just be a couple of bucks poorer right now than I was before that face occured.

Poppies And Other Plants

The school kids had made this great fence of poppies for the ANZAC service this morning. I took a particularly bad picture of it, but let's just blame the early morning mist eh?

Speaking of many plants, just like Mary Poppins I managed to fit all these trees into my tiny baby car this afternoon after my plant splurge.

Okay, maybe I didn't have the best visibility ever on the way home. . .

Warning!

Two funny old ladies try to take selfie :) It's been compressed on my phone which has given it that soft focus that is pretty good to us old ducks. Either that or we have unusually peaches and cream complexions today.

Climbing Cuzzies

Big Day

Oh we thought it was a big day this morning when we discovered. . .

but then this afternoon, things got even more exciting!

Oh my sweet little Peeper McNuggets how grown up and clever (and productive) you are!

The Makings Of A Happy Sunday

P9 made the French toast for us this morning. Ahh, happiness is a cooked Sunday breakfast without having to do the cooking yourself.

I also thought I'd better step it up a bit before I lost my reputation as mad painting lady. I claimed the office by painting it a kind of fuchsia colour. My  family were all a tad hesitant, but thankfully they are all too scared of me to nay say, and now it's done they all decided it's just fine and dandy. 

I really want to paint the chair green, but I might be too lazy right now.

Making Beautiful

Yesterday we had friends over and did a wee touch of face painting.

Today we had another lovely girly day of making things pretty. This time it was our nails.

(I'd add these to the nail blog, but I never found the invite? LMK how!)

We giggled lots together over this:


Who knew that the small girls would be in heaven in the make up department of Farmers?

Four Nice Things

from the last few days.

1) Geeky Husband as posterboy for the recruitment campaign at his new work lol.

2) Science Babe. 

She takes on anti-vaxxers, downs an entire bottle of homeopathic sleeping pills, and takes on the vacuous Food Babe here. Gotta love her.

3) P9's poems. She bought herself a second copy of Rip The Page and loves to use the starters in it for writing like this:

A moment of life

-at the top of tomorrow waits a gazing owl.

-the opposite of tender, I cannot describe.

-if you look underneath peace you might see a blazing fire.

-if you tiptoe through the valley of happiness you will find 

one thousand  snow-white swans.

-the shape of the past sits inside a droopy raindrop.

-at the edge of silver is a roar.

-the swirl of loneliness sounds like a salty tear.

-at the center of boredom  is fireworks.

and it gives her ideas to write poems like this:

Indigo

She glides across the sky.

She likes winter, when branches look like gnarled fingers.

She flies up in the sky and down to the sea floor.

At midnight, she sings to the full moon.

4) L12 meditating to this. (You have to listen to appreciate its full glory.)

Painting The Art Teacher's Car

As you do. 

Having Control

New bookcase.

Yes, books organized by colour. (That sloping bit annoys me too, but I have since sorted it.)