She's a girl after my own heart.
Meet Emma. I love this picture of us. She doesn't always dress up in leopard spandex with pink and green sprouts in her hair, although she should. In fact, I like the look so much, I think I'll run out and get my own similar combo.
This picture was after her unforgettable performance as Paulette in Legally Blonde this summer.
She. Was. Awesome.
Emma and I had a date night a few weeks ago. This was a belated Mother's Day celebration, and she treated me to get-drunk-and-paint-a-picture night.
We started off having some dinner at the pub just down from the studio. They played some awesome 90s throwback music. And here I thought only the 80s had awesome music.
Here's a blurry picture of us in the booth. The camera must have had too many already.
We staggered over to the studio and took another selfie, because it seemed like the thing to do at the time.
I have no idea what I was looking at, but I'm pretty sure I wasn't looking at my cleavage, like you are. Stop it.
I thought it was so interesting how the artist had every step laid out, yet you could choose your own accent colors and make the painting your own. Emma and I chose to paint for each other, rather than keep our own.
We started with lightly wetting the canvas, then mixing black and white right on the surface to give a gray, streaked background. I was going to wet my canvas with wine, but Emma was afraid I would start licking the painting. Just like last time.
After that had a chance to dry, and I had a chance to drain another glass of Sauv Blanc, we started adding our lotus flowers.
Another layer; another glass. You get the picture.
Maybe that's why Emma's petal shapes are way better than wine. Mine.
Slurp. (In a loud whisper: EMMA, GO GET MOMMY MORE WINE! I'VE ALREADY TAKEN TOO MANY TRIPS TO THE FRIDGE! AND THE POTTY!)
I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.
Now for super-doooooper purdy pink and turquipsy paint woohoo!
De-definition to our flotus lowers:
And now we had to stand on our heads. I mean, stand our paintings on our heads. Crap. The paintings are supposed to be upside-down so we could matchy-match the picture-butt thing to the rest of the side things. Then we added little stripey doo-dads in the water for some fifty shades and something about a drinking a fifth of dimension.
hiccup slurp hiccup
It's hard to pee while standing on your head. Have you ever tried that? We flipped the paintings back over and let the blood drain back out of our heads. Then we added some glammy gold highlights into the skyline (I may have also put some in my hair!), and finally, our Herbie Hancocks!
It was soooooo fun! I can't wait to do it again! Drinking with your offspring is the best part of adulting!
Thank you Emma! I love you!
Why do I look so glassy-assed? Glassified? Glassy-eyed?
I knew I'd get there eventually.