Ok, I changed my mind. Maybe it was the moral support, maybe its because they're going so well, I figure I should try to throw a monkey wrench in the works, but here you go - a look up my dress, or rather, a look at the underpaintings.
(Note* picture has been cropped to eliminate the child messes in the background - if only it were just that easy!)
Don't I have a wonderfully professional set up here? You won't hear me knock my beloved easel, but the kindergarten chair is a must have for anyone with lighting issues. And don't get pissy with me and tell me that the painting of the women doesn't look anything like the photo - did you want to see my underwear or what? Then quit pointing out how my elastic is shot - I'm wearing it - I already know it.
And there you go, folks - a look up the dress of the artist. (Is this the point, Bea, where I should quote Diane Wakowski - "I never know how far, for the sake of wisdom, to carry a metaphor."?) Seemed like the right time.
2 comments:
I see London, I see France,
I see you tap dancing in your underpants! (Now who's taking a metaphore too far).
It would also be helpful if I could actually spell. Metaphor. *sigh*
Post a Comment