Thursday. October. Awesome. Yesterday was a pretty good painting day. I spent the day working on a Mourning Dove (not pictured here) and pretending I couldn't hear the girls crying and coughing and barfing over the whirl of the dryer and the bang bang bang of the washing machine. Oh goodness. C'est la vie, I guess. This Bulletin Board surprised me a little because the big difference between THIS MONTH and every other month of my entire life is that there are actually more pictures of ME than of the rest of the people/pets in this house. SUPER WEIRD. I learned a lot of things doing a GLAM shoot with the very talented (as you can see from the photos) Maile Wilson: first, false eyelashes don't actually look like your eyes are being attacked by spiders and second - I MAKE A CRAPPY GLAMOUR MODEL. (Except I was fairly high maintenance like I imagine a good model should be). Maile was so good about it - she would say 'I picture you outside of your comfort zone wearing a ballgown while you paint' and then I would say 'or how about jeans?'. And then she would say 'you need hot pink lipstick' and then I would say 'is noon too early to chase this white wine spritzer with nine shots of tequila?' and then she would say 'look at me and be sexy' and I would say 'I THOUGHT I WAS!'. Oh, man. It makes me laugh just thinking about it.I totally sucked so bad. But, whatever. I like the bottom left photo because I look like a country singer and to tell the truth I've always wanted to be a crooning cowgirl (ask Dan). You can find our more about our shoot right here. And I think she is posting our family session soon, too.
Anyhoooo - sick girls make long nights LONGER and I don't know how to remedy that. I think it's the cold + cough season so I guess I'd better just shut and keep going. More coffee! I've been writing pages and pages and pages in my sketchbooks so my new paintings are guaranteed to be filled with all kinds of mumbo-jumbos and oddness. 'Tis the season!
Today: Play. Stay sane. Pilot is having a hard time adjusting to me being in the house when the nanny is here so our Tuesdays and Thursdays have become mostly about staying close. She doesn't let me get too far without checking in and holding my hand. I hate seeing her struggle with this arrangement because it seems pretty perfect and our nanny is awesome. Any suggestions? We'll figure it out sooner or later. This afternoon we are going to make bison lasagna for dinner and chocolate pudding and help Penn perfect her crawl (SHE'S FINALLY DOING IT!!).
Coffee, please. GO!
