Martha Stewart

Let's get something straight right now.  I am not Martha Stewart.  I'm not even her sidekick.  When I need a button sewn my husband does it.  He gets nervous when I'm in the kitchen and makes the boys taste it before he does.  Sometimes he'll even throw out a "are you trying to poison me?" comment.  I digress.  Carrying on...

I decided my house needed more Christmas decorations so off to Michaels I went, 50% coupon in hand...or pocket, or purse...where did I put that coupon?  Anyhoo, strolling the aisles I decided painting something was in order.  Oh, this blank canvas looks nice.  Oh, the possibilities!  Now I just need some paint to match my decor and off I go.  Heel clicks anyone?

I get home, lay out some newspaper and the brainstorming begins.  I need a holiday word....PEACE?  No, too cliche.  Ho Ho Ho?  Nope...obvious reasons...I can hear my dear husband making comments on that one.  I got it!  BELIEVE.  It's perfect.  And so the painting begins...

Green metallic covers the canvas.  My toes are wiggling in delight of my craftiness.  Next, I take out the chocolate color (chocolate just sounds prettier than brown) and begin my masterpiece.  I get the "B" done and literally the hair on my arms are standing straight up because this is just too much excitement for one day.  Ahhhh...finished.  I take a step back to admire my artwork.  Maybe I can get paid for this.  I wonder if I can sell it on Etsy? 

Wait.  It's missing something.  I tilt my head to get a look with a different angle...that sometimes helps.  Darnit.  It's missing an "e".  Belive.

Now what do I do?  Maybe I meant to do that.  Is "belive" a word?  Sometimes I make up my own words so this might actually work.  Or maybe I can just do one of those arrows in between the i and the v and paint a cute little e at the top.  It's art.  It's all subjective anyway, right?

I decide not to take the easy way out for once.  My newly cleaned brushes come back out from the drying area and again I go.  Repainting my masterpiece.  Darnit.  Darnit, darnit, darnit.  Son of a gun, shucks (and other child-proof obscenities I blurt out).

I wish I had a picture of the "before".  But here is the "after"...

Happy Friday Y'all!