I am 50 today. I wasn’t sure I’d get here. Always do the things that bring you joy, and hold close the people who make you truly happy. Love yourself most, and never EVER shrink or hide parts of you for the comfort of others. Be kind, but don’t always be nice. Laugh as often as you can.

This reminds me of my Blueberry CD 🧡

I believe in finding the small pieces of joy when life gets hard, and life is harrrrrrrrrd right now. One piece of joy is watching my children discover protest songs. Here’s a list of the songs they’ve added recently to the playlist we listen to in the car.

Today was “Take Your Emo to Costco” Day.

Another day, another painting. I don’t think it’s finished, so I’ll spend today thinking about what else to do to it. #watercolor

Hydrangeas were my grandmother’s favorite flower. She grew beautiful bushes of them. When my mother stood behind me and walked in front of me at Grandma’s funeral, I stared at the photo of my grandma that was on the big screen, with a background of a blue and purple hydrangea. This is how that felt.

I decided to try a hydrangea painting because it was my grandma’s favorite flower. This is the drawing process. I’ll hopefully be able to paint tomorrow.

I made my bed space prettier. My headboard is the backside of a cubby bookshelf, so I painted some thrifted stuff (the white squares are abstract in the middle with song lyrics written around the edges), then I added the faerie door dice box I made. I think it feels cozy.

This is part two me this one. I’ll add another comment to sure what was done last time! It’s wrapping around my arm.

I’m in the tattoo chair and bored. Entertain me.

I painted a gardenia last night. Not sure how I feel about it. It’s supposed to be a white flower, so it was mostly playing with negative space. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

And she’s all done. Art is so therapeutic.

My painting so far. I think the hardest part of watercolor is waiting for it to dry in between. My favorite part is learning to embrace the chaos of the mixing colors and the drips.

Sometimes, when life is kicking you down, you have to remind yourself that you’re a bad bitch who wears combat boots, and kick back.

I think I’m enjoying this minimal makeup look.