
I saw some extremely cute lil' ol' linen canvases at spotlight a while ago — marked down even! And quickly scooped em up. This is the story of how I made it not so cute anymore.
You know how when you buy something and it's so just right you dont want to use em cause you'll wreck em. That was these.
Finally I said to my self — build a bridge already, Sarah!
So I picked up one and grabbed a few things — letter stickers black paint, a sharpie ( ok, ok, so a faux sharpie) and some beautiful butter yellow oil paint ( It was the nicest yellow in the house — it just so happened to be oil paint......)
Any how, slapped on those letter stickers and whacked on some black paint.
Now I dont know if you have noticed this - I am extremely impatient when it comes to creating, I have hardly any "wait to dry" time in me.........
So I tried, I made a cuppa, I chatted to the girls ( it was a
Scrap Tuesday), I poked the paint, I poked the other thing I was working on that was still wet. I ate… So after a few seconds had passed, I thought stuff it and pulled em off...
And smudged my S. Had a sook then I recovered its tiny it will be ok. Its gives it character. Gave my self some Faux
Amish pep talk.
I left it alone to dry, and went and chatted, ate, and poked some more and I waited it out.
It finally Dried
So I gots my sharpie on. And doodled to my hearts content. It had looked nice in my G page, why not here. Finished, hmmmm needs yellow ( then again I think everything does atm). Yellow oil paint. Everyone know where this is going.....
Ohhh much better. So I took it outside to photograph, and got some horrid photos and thought Ill take some more later when it's a it better light on my porch. So I picked it up and popped it on my desk to dry. Cause you know its oil paint — needs some time.
Sadly It never got the time it needed. And we never recovered, all those lil yellow dots do make a lovely yellow smudge though....
Taken in its last smudge free moments - Wish.
Ps For those worried about their
casual usage of dude. Dont be, Mine was reaching diabolical strength, used in every sentence, enough so it was bugging my eldest ( then again he is a preteen ......) and my husband.
PPs I have one lil ol' linen canvas left - I am now deathly afraid to use it...