The crazy antics, short stories & photo shoots of a married 22-year-old mom of a 6.5 year old boy, a 3 year old girl, a Chihuahua-Poodle and cat/small tiger. She drinks far too much caffeine, is willing to spend excessive amounts of money on purses, lives in her pajamas 92% of the time and occasionally finds time to blog.
Sometime I draw, I guess.
I just want to start out by saying that I, in no way, consider myself an “artist”. I actually NEVER draw. Ever. I absolutely do not think that I can draw THAT well. I mean, I know I’m not shitty at it, but there are people out there with an actual talent. I just know how to scratch a few lines together with my children’s set of 64 mini Crayola Markers.
But I figured since I’m treating my Tumblr as more of a scrapbook than a journal, I figure I might as well put up a couple pictures of my VERY FEW drawings. As a matter of fact, Carmen came over a few weeks ago and saw this drawing on the table:
Carmen: Who the hell drew that?
Me: Uh, I did.
Carmen: No, you didn’t.
Me: HA! I really did!
Carmen: No you didn’t. You don’t draw.
See? Proof that I’m not just trying to show off my OMFGAWEEEEESOME!!11 art skills, praise me because I’M SOOO AMAAAAAZING! My best friend of 5 years had no idea that I even knew how to draw a straight line. As a matter of fact: Do you see that little arrow pointing to the rose on the left? The part that’s cropped out is the word “SUCKAGE” with an arrow pointing to that rose. So, no: I do NOT consider myself an artist. However, I do consider myself a mom who decides if she’s going to pay for 64 markers: She’s going to fucking use them.
*I would just like to note that I looked up sketches on GoogleImages for ideas on what to do because, let’s be honest: I have WAY too much going on in my brain to be creative enough to think of something to draw on my own. So, if you recognize one of these drawings from somewhere/one else, please don’t go all bat-shit-crazy on me because I’m flat out admitting: I don’t have enough creativity to think of what to draw, I let someone else do the thinking for me & then I just do the drawing.
Now, I’m well aware that you probably have a 9-year-old sister who can draw better than this (as a matter of fact: I have a 9-year-old sister who can draw better than this), but let’s just let me have my moment and believe I’m the modern day Picasso.
That is, until my 9-year-old sister walks in with her free-handed drawing of a Corvette. (True story.)
