Fancy

Do you know what I love about having a three year old? He tells it like it is. Or at least how I hope it appears.  Do you remember these [semi] QT pies?

Well, Nic and I had some time before lunch this morning to get out our supplies and add some color to our Ross finds.  I had already picked out the colors, a spearmint/jade/aloe green and a bright golden yellow. They will compliment the other items we already have in the kitchen and also the fabric my dear dad will be using to make valances for me.

The wind was so-so, but we [Nic, Milo the Dog, and I] decided to brave the back patio; it's completely covered and provided some protection from the wind.  We got out our handy-dandy supplies.

I don't even know if I have ever spray painted before; it didn't appear to be too difficult. Especially once I realized which way the spray would go, due to the slight breeze.  I love how the spearmint/jade/aloe vase turned out. I think it's perfect.

And because it was so perfect, I decided to try the other vase.

The sunny yellow paint just about dripped off the vase. But I wasn't going to let that stop me. I just kept spraying and spraying, adjusting my distance from the thing as needed.  I stopped once, just to grab my camera that was in danger of getting Bright Yellow speckles on it. Saved. Whew.  And this is how it turned out.

So I sprayed it a few more times and convinced myself that way UP there on the cabinet, no one would see the drip marks. And if they did, I would say it was done on purpose.

Don't judge art people; it ain't right.

Here is an example of my spearmint/jade/aloe color.

Here are the two finished pieces in their new home.

I don't have a lot going on up there yet, but I figured it could be a work in progress.

Regardless of bald spots or paint drips, Nic announced, without prompt, that they looked "fancy." That pretty much made my day. The other thing that will finish making my day freakin' awesome? Figuring out how to get my arms to feel not so sticky. I am not sure what happened. There doesn't appear to be paint speckles... but it sure does feel like it. In fact, I feel like one of those tape/sticky/string things that hangs from the cieling and catches flyes. You know what I am talking about.

And I know all you  moms know, I can't even fathom a shower until my little lover of art takes a nap [not going to happen] or hits the hay for the night. Sticky it is.