Bluebird of Testosterone: world domination
TwoBoo reaches for The Husband's computer keyboard, but The Husband diverts him with hugs. Then The Husband asks the two most obvious questions:
The Husband: Do you wanna use the computer?
TwoBoo: Yah.
The Husband: Are you gonna try to take over the world?
TwoBoo: 'Esss. [Yes.]
The Husband: Do you wanna use the computer?
TwoBoo: Yah.
The Husband: Are you gonna try to take over the world?
TwoBoo: 'Esss. [Yes.]
One out of three is, in fact, awesome.
Last night, I found out I made it into a new group show by the skin of my nose.
The Arts Council of Snohomish County (now at the Schack Art Center) hosts a biennial juried art show that's wide open to a range of mediums and styles. The new center is a beautiful space...
... you might remember it from when I took the kids to the grand opening.
As I was looking to sign The Boy up for a class, I saw the call for art. You could submit three entries, either three views of one piece or three separate artworks. So I figured, hey, I've got three pieces that could work.
The notification date was June ninth. So I checked my email. And checked again. Then humbly called the center to ask if the notifications had gone out yet. Rinse, repeat.
The first notification hit my mailbox sometime around 6pm. "No thank you. But hey, feel free to come to the opening reception." I open my mouth to whine and the second notification says, "Congratulations! Yes, we want this piece to be in the show!"
Seconds later, the third email: "Sorry, pal."
Once it all sank in, I felt like someone had pulled me back from a curb just before a car mowed me down. Snatched from the jaws of defeat. And while I was entering the competition, I'd missed that this show only happens every two years. Like the Whitney Museum does, only not as high profile. Whoa.
Opening reception is Thursday, June 30th, from 5pm to 8pm. I'm thinking of bringing a present for one of my readers who joins me at the reception [dangling freebie in front of your nose]... More details soon.
The notification date was June ninth. So I checked my email. And checked again. Then humbly called the center to ask if the notifications had gone out yet. Rinse, repeat.
The first notification hit my mailbox sometime around 6pm. "No thank you. But hey, feel free to come to the opening reception." I open my mouth to whine and the second notification says, "Congratulations! Yes, we want this piece to be in the show!"
Next stop: "Chic"ness
You know who thinks I should keep making myself some jewelry? Kristen Robinson.
I won her "Industrial Chic" project booklet giveaway! I groveled shamelessly in her blog's comment section and was handsomely rewarded. Either that or she thinks I really should make more of an effort than throwing a charm onto a chain.
The pretty chain mesh and pearls necklace? NOT the one I made.
Plus The Boy promised me a necklace for my birthday. I've hinted quite clearly (which is to say, told The Husband) that the two of them should follow some of the guidelines in the book. Thank you, Kristen!
Plus The Boy promised me a necklace for my birthday. I've hinted quite clearly (which is to say, told The Husband) that the two of them should follow some of the guidelines in the book. Thank you, Kristen!