…. and I am dangerous. The acrylic paints my mother gave me about a year ago were calling to me from the Junk N Vacuum closet today. They sounded so pitiful. I tried to block them out by working on some digital artwork for my brother, but their high-pitched keening began to stab into my eardrums.
I went to the closet and began to take them out, managing, in the process to drop the bag of acrylic tubes onto my head. Twenty nearly full, metal tubes of acrylic paint just doesn’t feel good to one’s noggin.
They smiled. They were happy to get out of that closet. I just sighed.
ME: No paintbrushes, guys.
THEM: Four blocks to the craft store and $8 and you have a set.
ME: It’s raining.
THEM: No it’s not.
ME: (looking out the window) It was.
THEM: Have some Taco Bell. On us.
ME: Where did you get money to buy Taco Bell??
THEM: We cashed in the 401K.
I have paintbrushes.
Isn’t this where I started?
Are you starting any new projects?
When was the last time inanimate objects spoke to you?
Haha, cute story. So what happened . . . did you get them? It is usually me speaking to inanimate objects. LOL.
Lets see an inanimate object calling me….. the bed ;)
Hooray! Jayne is Bustin’ Out the Paints!
I dont know why it makes me so happy when you create with something other than a mouse and a keyboard but it does.
I believe the internet was calling to me now and again over the weekend at my non wired parents house. “Check the in box, check the journal…something cool might have happened.”
the cookies, they say “eat us now! eat us till we are gone!”
so i ate them.
;)
and i am trying to move to tx
Inanimate objects talk to me all the time.
Usually it’s food trying to convince me I need to eat it!
As soon as I get the last of the deck stained and the pool filled with water and its chemicals in it I will begin a quilt that I’m making as a surprise for a friend of mine. It’s the first of many that I plan on completing as Christmas gifts this year. I like making things and giving them to people instead of shopping my booty off. The past 3 years I made baskets with things like cakes and cookies and biscotti and brownies, gingerbread men and bottles of home maid wassail. Now they have come to expect it and this year I’m gonna shake ‘um up with some cool new recipies from my Martha Stewart baking recipe book that I got last year from Honey for Christmas.
The last time something spoke to me was when I got up for a glass of water in the middle of the night and the Star Crunches were making a horrendous racket from inside the cookie jar. I thought that putting them in there and attaching the lid securely would stifle their screaming of my name. No such luck. Sometimes I have to flee the kitchen just to behave.