Keeping Busy, Part 2

I hadn't painted in almost 2 months until the other night. Christmas orders, and moving back home kept me a little preoccupied. A few weeks ago I came across some beautiful small wood slices that were about to be thrown out. I saved them because I knew just what I wanted to do with them.

These tiny paintings are now available here! 

Something Tragic

Something tragic happened here.

That is the sidewalk near my house.

Tragic.

(If you can't tell.. this is the imprint of a frog, in the sidewalk)

I noticed darling mushrooms popping up all over the front yard.

 The next day they were all dried up.

 Tragic

 Oh well, I guess it's good eats! 
But, just kidding. I hate mushrooms, especially the ones that grow on front lawns. 

And this is new!  I'm tragically in love with this hat.

A Medical Phenomenon

This will leave doctors scratching their heads.

Sometimes I feel like my blood turns into mud,

then..

I feel like I'm going to explode.

It happens when:

I'm super stressed.

or

The paint won't mix right.

or

I have 5 more inches to sew and the bobbin keeps jamming.

 or

  I'm nearly done knitting a hat and then I run out of yarn.

Sometime it happens when I want to finish a painting but I'm really tired, and I don't want to waste the paint I just poured. 

It happens when I try to paint and there is unpleasant sounds or music going on.

The last one was yesterday's problem.

Taylor was on the computer watching skate videos that involved loud hardcore music.

It's very hard to paint pretty things while listening to that kind of music.

 It's not his fault, but it was frustrating me.

Next thing I knew..

My blood was gone, there was just mud and dirt in my blood. I could feel tiny rocks as I moved my hand. The mud started pumping through my body but it was gritty and slow. 

I could feel it getting backed up.

I felt like I was about to explode.

What a mess that would be, a bunch of mud.

All over my walls and my art work.

I was on the verge of explosion all night.

Eventually I was able to watch a movie while I painted. 

That made the mud dissipate just enough for me to finish my paintings.

I was a bit of a selfish wreck, I'll admit.

But wouldn't you be if you felt like you were about to explode?

I know my blood wasn't really replaced with mud, 

and the only explosion would have been a little yelling...

but it's still an awful feeling.

That night Taylor told me all the things he loved about me.

I felt all the mud disappear as I lay there in bed listening to him.

It's nice to know why someone loves you.

(especially when you think you are crazy.)

These three new mushroom paints are now in the shop as well as 3 new pendants.

 

Check em out here.

I'm very glad I didn't explode.

Here it is...

Sorry for the confusion. Moving to Charlotte would be nice, we are actually going to be moving to.....

Arkansas.

Why the tears? Well I don't like Arkansas. We used to go there to visit family. It's not my family I don't like, or the people of Arkansas. I've just had some stinky memories there. 
Twelve year old Rachael once vowed to never return.

We found out last night and I just kept saying, "No, you are joking me. No, No NOOOOO!"
Taylor's boss heard me over the phone.

I immediately called my mom. I told her through tears that we were going to move to Arkansas in a month. Both her and my dad started laughing. 

Then my mom cheered me up.

It's time to replace those stinky memories with good ones.

Arkansas deserves another chance.
After all, it will only be for four months.

So I've been waiting all day to change the subject.

Waiting all day to share my newest creations.

Here they are.

Tiny paintings.

Framed for hanging,

not on a wall...

but around your neck!

Check em out!