Birthdays are fun
My cousin's birthday was on Sunday (FYI she's four years older than me but acts like she's younger). Since it's summer, it was a bbq. My burger was terrible (burnt to a hockey puck, even the dogs wouldn't eat it). The potato salad rocked my world (grandma makes it best). I made friends with grandma's obese dog by petting her (she didn't look it, but she was filthy, my hand came away black). Made small talk with my mostly deaf overly-emotional grandpa. Hung out with my older brother, his wife, and their dachshund Ella. It was fun times.
I had forgotten about her birthday completely until the day before when grandma called to invite me to the party (I don't remember anyone's birthday, seriously, I barely remember my birthday and I'm always forgetting how old I am...it's sad. Part of the reason I don't work with numbers. Ever.). Naturally because I had forgotten it I didn't have a present. I felt bad about that. I hate going to people's birthday parties without a present for them, so usually I bring a sketch pad and pencils with me to draw them a present. Usually a favorite animal, sometimes an entire scene, once I drew a Harry/Snape smut poster for one of my best friends (not my cup of tea but she was really into it, she asked, and I couldn't refuse her...she still has it tacked to her wall. It creeps me out...and I drew the cursed thing). I didn't have my art supplies with me at my cousin's party, they're at dad's and I've been living with mom since she broke her foot in April to help her out, but I told her that I'd draw her something of her choice then I showed her the picture I took of Gladys and she decided she wanted a turtle too.
That was okay by me. If you remember, I was already planning on drawing Gladys a companion so, that same day of the party I went to my dad's (where my art supplies live) and drew this:
This is Oakey and I love him. He's another charcoal piece, 18"x24". I am even more ridiculously proud of him than I was of Gladys. I think he turned out so well. And even though it took me two hours, one very pissed off cat, the last of my fixative spray, and dozens of charcoal smudges all over my hands, arms, and face I still have to give him away because grandma has already seen it and told my cousin about it. Darn it all.
I'm kind of upset that he's promised to my cousin, so I'm getting him photocopied to put on my wall with Gladys. I think he turned out really well. And don't tell Gladys, but I kind of like Oakey better.
I had forgotten about her birthday completely until the day before when grandma called to invite me to the party (I don't remember anyone's birthday, seriously, I barely remember my birthday and I'm always forgetting how old I am...it's sad. Part of the reason I don't work with numbers. Ever.). Naturally because I had forgotten it I didn't have a present. I felt bad about that. I hate going to people's birthday parties without a present for them, so usually I bring a sketch pad and pencils with me to draw them a present. Usually a favorite animal, sometimes an entire scene, once I drew a Harry/Snape smut poster for one of my best friends (not my cup of tea but she was really into it, she asked, and I couldn't refuse her...she still has it tacked to her wall. It creeps me out...and I drew the cursed thing). I didn't have my art supplies with me at my cousin's party, they're at dad's and I've been living with mom since she broke her foot in April to help her out, but I told her that I'd draw her something of her choice then I showed her the picture I took of Gladys and she decided she wanted a turtle too.
That was okay by me. If you remember, I was already planning on drawing Gladys a companion so, that same day of the party I went to my dad's (where my art supplies live) and drew this:
This is Oakey and I love him. He's another charcoal piece, 18"x24". I am even more ridiculously proud of him than I was of Gladys. I think he turned out so well. And even though it took me two hours, one very pissed off cat, the last of my fixative spray, and dozens of charcoal smudges all over my hands, arms, and face I still have to give him away because grandma has already seen it and told my cousin about it. Darn it all.
I'm kind of upset that he's promised to my cousin, so I'm getting him photocopied to put on my wall with Gladys. I think he turned out really well. And don't tell Gladys, but I kind of like Oakey better.