I think the last time I used a paintbrush (other than painting our house) was close to 20-years ago. Considering how much enjoyment I get from painting, I’m ashamed to admit that I let too many excuses come between myself and a blank piece of canvas. From lack of room, having all my paint supplies stolen, divorce, new jobs, a new marriage, new house, a baby, etc. I always had a reason to NOT paint, and yet I always talked fondly and ‘wished’ I still could.
Finally, my amazing wife and fantastic parents decided to remove one obstacle as a Christmas present, and sent me to the art store with a check so I could get the supplies I needed. It was a wonderful surprise and gave me the kick in the butt to start painting again. Back in college, my preferred medium was oil. I hadn’t ever really tried acrylics, but was leaning that direction since I didn’t want the house stinking of oil paint and thinner.
No more excuses!
I’m all about efficiency these days. More so than usual. Grad school started at the beginning of January and what was previously known as a balancing act has become an expert performance in task management acrobatics. Between our full-time work schedules, and full-time terrible twos schedule, house projects are momentarily on hiatus as we adjust to our new time constraints and attempt to somehow squeeze in sleep and day to day chores.
The house is messier. The nights are longer. Leisure time is more limited. Brain function is at capacity.
I’m definitely pregnant with an MBA. Luckily, there hasn’t been any morning sickness (aside from it being flu season).
Although this is usually the part where I promise to blog more and update on a regular basis, I am taking a sabbatical from time promises for the next 21 months. My priorities are as follows: family, work/school, eating M&Ms, burning off said M&Ms, home improvement, blogs, laundry. I really hate laundry.
A few weeks ago my friends asked me if I would show them how to make buttercream look and taste good. They said there would be fun, wine, and cupcakes. Clearly, this seemed like an event I would dread attending.
After going neglected for far too long, my pastry bags, frosting tips, and sprinkles saw the light of day. My friends were equally thrilled to show them some love. So, on a lovely, cloudy, September afternoon, this is what we did: