Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Cribs, frames, blah, blah, blah...

I am up to my eyeballs in crap stuff to paint. I've probably sustained brain damage from the paint fumes inhaled over the past week.

My life is so glamorous I can barely stand it.

Nothing makes you feel more like a lady than sweat and an overspray pedicure.

Some random frame pictures found while cleaning up my CF card.

This girly frame was actually a tin frame.

Painted mat...

...with a big monogram...

and a distressed red frame.

Speaking of distressed - that's exactly how I felt yesterday when my Baker , a sweet six year old with a strange sense of humor and enormous vocabulary, made a girl cry.

Evidently, she told him he was a lousy checkers player - so he told her "Well, your mom has a hairy chest."
Where the heck did he come up with that?
He tearfully apologized to her dad, and I scurried away before the mom had a chance to ask what happened.
We had a long talk about being kind to others, and a checkers lesson.


  1. Hairy chest? hahahahah oh my gosh. Kind lesson and checkers lesson, Too funny.

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  3. I LOVE THAT KID!!! Hilarious story!!