Persimmons, oil on canvas, 9″x12″. SOLD.
I was going to call this ‘bridesmaid dresses’, but I didn’t like the scary and unglamorous connotation. Although, I must say, I’ve been pretty fortunate in that I haven’t really had to do too many ‘bridesmaidy’ duties in my time. Many of my girlfriends haven’t settled down yet- or ever, and the other ones just did it quickly and spared me ‘the dress’. It’s good to have such sensible friends.
I spent most of my day pulling weeds out of my garden and completely lost track of time, so please check on Saturday for my next painting!
I’m a little sneaky today posting this on etsy before my usual 7pm, but I have dinner plans so I felt it was better to post sooner rather than later.
I can appreciate a lady who travels well. When I went to Italy with my long suffering friend Karen (she suffers because I often do terrible but amusing things to her and she’s so laid back that she never really complains) I was insistent on bringing along a pair of stilettos in my backpack. I learned later on that most backpackers don’t lug along party dresses and stilettos but the way I figured it, I was a single girl (at that time) and heading to a fashionable country and I wasn’t about to go to restaurants looking frumpy and dumpy. What can I say? It all made perfect sense to me at the time.
I won’t be posting again until Monday at 7pm so please check back then. In the meantime, I’ll be posting a few more prints in my etsy shop. Have a great Mother’s Day weekend- particularly if you are a mother.
I received my latest shipment of prints today and will be listing them as I sort them. I should mention that because I list them at various times, if you order a print and then later see another print that you like, I will refund you the extra shipping charges through paypal.
This is something a little different- I think. I don’t often paint in a realism-esque manner but I felt for this kind of theme, it worked best. I love the idea of what women reveal on their vanity tables. Of course, I don’t actually own a vanity table, it’s more like a basket full of junk. Although, I am fond of good perfume and good soap and I try and display them nicely, but somehow those dust bunnies and eyeliner pencil shavings just seem to take over. As a child, my parents referred to me as ‘Janet Muck-Muck’ and somehow it has just set the tone for my entire life. One day I really will be as glamorous as I try and pretend to be.
I promise to get back to doing some interiors this week, I’ve just been in a shoe and dress mood for the past while. I think it’s spring.
I won’t be around for my usual 7pm listing, so I thought I would preview it just in case it may interest anyone. I’ll be posting it tonight at 9pm est tonight.
I have to admit that for this painting I was really influenced by A Gift Wrapped Life’s post featuring a pair of lovely bird shoes by Roger Vivier. As you can see I didn’t go with the bird theme exactly, but something about the structure of the shoe and the colours really appealed to me. So, the image tossed around in my head all week and out came this. One never knows where inspiration will come from.
I thought I would show a photo of one of my earlier works from my angry university days. Back then I used to paint a lot of larger than life ladies laughing or looking… well, a little mean. Most ended up on the scrapheap but there was something about Cherise that made me hang on to her. I have so few pieces of my own work so I figured I should give her a decent spot in my house. She does evoke some very unexpected reactions though. Some people who I would have thought would like her, find her frightening, and others (some of which are older and very conservative) love her. Who knows. I guess she will be hanging around a while.
And yes, that is an Ikea chair…..I think it is a product of my university years. Those are destined for the scrapheap soon.
I’ll be taking tomorrow off but I’ll post again on Sunday. Please keep an eye on my etsy shop over the weekend for more prints.
I’m a little partial to the blue gown in the painting. Maybe I should get into designing my own clothes. Last time I sewed something though it ended up with a stitched up thumb, plenty of tears, and some very unladylike language. My husband says I can swear like a sailor. Not something to be proud of I suppose.