So, I'm inching closer to 30 than I would ever like to admit. I have a birthday next month and {until I perfect time travel, which I'm having difficulty with the ripping open the space/time continuum part} it will officially be my last year in my 20's. *gasp*.
I find that I'm changing as I "mature" (can you call it that?) I'm broadening my horizons and trying foods I've always feared. Nothing fancy, mind you. I fear green peppers. I'm listening to music I used to mock. I'm attempting to sew. Yea. It's weird. I've always envied those artsy types that embrace a creativity I so lack. I try, I'm just way to "Engineery". I can whip out a powerpoint arguing a business plan in my sleep. Throw an empty sheet of paper in front of me, a yard of fabric, or an empty canvas and I struggle.
Moving on. I also find I'm spending less money on toys than I used to. My phone is over a year old and I haven't purchased a video game since Fable III. I know - shame. I haven't even turned on my PS3 other to watch Netflix is well over a year. Part of that is because I found WoW, and my huntard *must* be geared to the extreme, but still...three years ago, I would've pwned Mass Effect 3's ass and still had waking hours left to get my Druid to 85.
So, if I'm not spending my money on video games, what am I spending it on? My house. Yes. It's so odd. My husband and I just bought our very first bedroom set. This is the second piece of furniture we've purchased for ourselves. Everything else is hand-me-downs. With this new bed, I wanted to decorate. I saw an abstract that I fell in love with at Gordman's. It was a reprint on cheap canvas and it was $100. I was shocked. I thought, "Why the hell would someone pay this much cash for a cheap reprint? I could do that for way cheaper and have supplies left over to do it again."
....Right?!
*click* l i g h t b u l b.
I rushed to Michaels and purchased canvas, brushes, paints that match my bedroom, and an easel! (I was way too excited about my easel.) I also bought some supplies for my three year old to paint with me. I had an idea of what I wanted - an abstract with my daughters handprints somehow intertwined. I put the canvas in front of me and hated everything I painted on it. After multiple iterations of drying and repainting, I'd settled on a background. Then I proceeded to paint my daughter's hand and told her to have at it.
This is what we came up with:
I'm not sure if it's any good. I'm no critic. What I do know is that I love it, and my Rizzobear had a blast contributing. It is now hanging on Mommy and Daddy's bedroom wall in all of its glory.