When I was a little girl, I wanted nothing more to be an artist and fashion designer. I spent hours drawing and designing. When I got a little bit older, I started doing more outgoing things -- like actually crafting outfits for my Barbie dolls out of scrap material. I also made huge paintings and drawings and insisted they be hung throughout our home.
Until today, it was always beyond me why my parents discouraged me from being an artist. Then today I got a phone call. It was the local pottery place where Madge and I recently painted plates. You see, Hurricane Ike had beaten us down and we needed a little pick me up, so we decided YES, LETS PAINT A PLATE AND HAVE IT FIRE GLAZED. WITH A FIVE YEAR OLD AND A FOREIGN EXCHANGE STUDENT. WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG HERE!
To be honest, I knew that my efforts were not going so well when I started with the white swirls. It was supposed to -- in my mind, anyway -- look kind of like lace. Instead it turned out like tapeworms. I also forgot to paint Puggy's tongue pink. And the text all ran together. In short: Momma Pug's art? FAIL.
Here's Madge's plate. I think its adorable, but Madge will be the first to tell you that it didn't turn out how she'd planned. For one, at no point did she intend on giving it the chickenpox. However, i think yall can agree that the over all effort? NOT a fail. I think it will be SOOO CUTE hanging in Madgette's pink and purple room:
And how sick am I? Let me tell you. I am so sick that I physically couldn't let Madgette paint her softball on her own. She was painting like a five year old and I COULDN'T STAND IT. So I took it from her, while she begged to do it herself, and tidied it up so it looked like this (I think we can agree that I should have let the kid go on her own). Momma Pug artist direction? FAIL.
And now, I present to you the clear winner. Courtesy of the foreign exchange student from South Korea:
Note that not only did Annyong paint the mug perfectly AND also paint the letters clear and neatly IN TWO LANGUAGES, but she also put her initial in the BOTTOM of the INSIDE of the freaking mug.. No one likes a show off, kid:
And the saddest part? I am overwhelmed by the urge to return to the potery place and PROVE THAT I AM BETTER THAN THIS. I am an artist, by god. And I shall make something... pretty.
Until today, it was always beyond me why my parents discouraged me from being an artist. Then today I got a phone call. It was the local pottery place where Madge and I recently painted plates. You see, Hurricane Ike had beaten us down and we needed a little pick me up, so we decided YES, LETS PAINT A PLATE AND HAVE IT FIRE GLAZED. WITH A FIVE YEAR OLD AND A FOREIGN EXCHANGE STUDENT. WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG HERE!
To be honest, I knew that my efforts were not going so well when I started with the white swirls. It was supposed to -- in my mind, anyway -- look kind of like lace. Instead it turned out like tapeworms. I also forgot to paint Puggy's tongue pink. And the text all ran together. In short: Momma Pug's art? FAIL.
Here's Madge's plate. I think its adorable, but Madge will be the first to tell you that it didn't turn out how she'd planned. For one, at no point did she intend on giving it the chickenpox. However, i think yall can agree that the over all effort? NOT a fail. I think it will be SOOO CUTE hanging in Madgette's pink and purple room:
And how sick am I? Let me tell you. I am so sick that I physically couldn't let Madgette paint her softball on her own. She was painting like a five year old and I COULDN'T STAND IT. So I took it from her, while she begged to do it herself, and tidied it up so it looked like this (I think we can agree that I should have let the kid go on her own). Momma Pug artist direction? FAIL.
And now, I present to you the clear winner. Courtesy of the foreign exchange student from South Korea:
Note that not only did Annyong paint the mug perfectly AND also paint the letters clear and neatly IN TWO LANGUAGES, but she also put her initial in the BOTTOM of the INSIDE of the freaking mug.. No one likes a show off, kid:
And the saddest part? I am overwhelmed by the urge to return to the potery place and PROVE THAT I AM BETTER THAN THIS. I am an artist, by god. And I shall make something... pretty.
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