Anyone who knows me knows that I’m just a bit of a perfectionist. Just a bit. Unfortunately that lovely personality trait of mine is a hindrance when it comes to art. In high school, I was the half smart kid, half art kid. I was the girl that always had her nose in a book, and I was the girl that always walked around school with dry clay all over her jeans because she had too much fun in ceramics class and…
It’s that time of year again on Halloween Eve to get a little bit crazy. There’s nothing quite like repeatedly stabbing a pumpkin with a knife and scooping out the guts while maniacally laughing to get you in touch with your psychotic side. In case you can’t already tell, I get a little weird around Halloween, ok? It’s normal. This year marks the first year I’ve carved a pumpkin since middle school. That’s at least 8 years ago. How could I have…
On one fateful day (October 15, 2016 to be exact), I purchased from a local craft fair a unique object that I still continue to obsess over 10 days later: a little, black, button-eyed cat. My mom and I attend the Pick-A-Dilly craft fair every single year, and it’s a wonderful experience every single time. In all honesty, it’s a real struggle to not just throw my money at every single booth and buy every single thing I see because it’s all so…
What is it about the month of October that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside? Is it the cool breeze that gently ruffles my hair? The fuzzy sweaters that are perfect for snuggling? Or the leaves that transform into a kaleidoscope of colors? Well it’s certainly none of the above. Why? Because Texas is still hot as heck, and the leaves always seem to rudely ignore miss the changing colors memo. But it’s not all bad here…