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June 4, 2011

I'd Like to Thank Necessity

I promise to post the how-to for my Sigh painting next week.  But first I need to graciously accept a blog award! 

Getting a blog award like this is so fan-frickin-tastic, especially when it comes from a blogger whose blog I heart.  Leslie, from Fabulously Flawed, sent me some blog love by passing on a Kreativ Blogger award!  So you lucky ducks get to learn three new things about me (click here for my Stylish Blogger award acceptance post - thanks again, Amy!)  Good golly.  A few more of these and I will have absolutely nothing new to tell you. 


Here are three tales from my creative past. 

Story Number One
In high school, I hit my dad's van with my Dodge Colt (that Hubby & I painted ourselves - seriously) while backing out of our driveway.  I knocked his taillight out.  Panicked, I picked up all of the pieces and artfully arranged them around his van at his work place the next day which, not coincidentally, was my high school.  Strange, it's like my parents thought I needed supervision.  We had driven together that day, so I witnessed him examine the damage and curse teenage drivers, not guessing that the culprit was yours truly.  When I told him the truth a few years ago he was crushed, but had to admire my creativity.

My partner in crime: Charlie

Story Number Two
This one is actually representative of the mad props that Hubby deserves.  After a painfully bad haircut (think super, super wispy short hair), I took matters into my own hands.  Hubby & I starting cutting my hair!  At first the plan was to just grow out the horrid hatchet job, but then I started to dig the messy, choppy look and rocked DIY'd hair for years.  Some days when my long hair gets caught in the blow-dryer, in the car door and then inside my purse when I zip it up too quickly, I think about handing Hubby the scissors. 

You've been warned, hair.

Story Number Three
When my parents repainted their stucco home years ago my mom was looking at some baby-poo ochre-yellow paint swatches which, in hindsight, were gorgeous and muted.  I convinced her (how, mom, how?) to paint the house school bus yellow instead.  Why she took advice from a teen with a lime green car, I know not.  Boy, was it bright.  But, silver lining, when our house was egged (my dad's a high school teacher remember) the egg just blended right in.  The house is now a striking pale grey with a cinnamon-y front door and crisp white trim. 

Photo Source
Not our house, but close to it.

Now to pass on the blog lovin'.  Here are seven blogs (I can only pick seven?!?) that totally inspire me:



  1. wow Tanya
    Thank you for the award and honour...I am overwhelmed..:)

  2. WOW well thank you very much for including me in your list, that really means a lot.
    Totally love your stories, the hair one sounds very familiar, LOL
    I better get to thinking so I can post tomorrow :)

  3. Thank you so much for the award! That's crazy that you let your husband cut your hair!


  4. Oh Thank you lovely for the very sweet of you to list my blog amongst so many fabulous ones..I am truly honoured x

    p.s Love the van story...gave me a good

  5. Thanks Tanya! so honoured. I totalled my dad's car in highschool 3 months after getting my license.No way I could hide that from him!

  6. Haha...I cracked up when you said that your parents' house color concealed the eggs.
    That's so sweet that you finally told your dad that you were the one who busted his taillight. When I was a kid I broke a little Winnie the Pooh ornament that my mom treasured. In a mad panic, I wrapped it up in toilet paper and, in my bare feet ( in December in Alberta ), I ran 4 blocks to stash it in a school trash bin.
    When I finally told her years later she was so relieved! She'd thought she'd broken it or gave it away and couldn't remember doing it.

  7. Lesley: that is why you won this award in the first place. Definitely creative!! I love your story.

    Thanks for your comments, ladies. Looking forward to reading your posts.

  8. The hair story cracked me up. You have no idea how many times I've cut my hair. Unlike you though, I don't do a good job, and always have to end up going to get it fixed. :)

    The yellow house story was classic. My mom once let me make padded, fabric covered wooden valances for her. I swear the fabric was a perfect mango-y shade at the store, and when I stapled it on the wood valance boxes, and put it up, it looked like hawaiian punch, in a not so good way. She kept it up for years, but all my siblings would make fun of me at every opportunity when those valances came up.

    Yes, parents should stick to their own opinions or know that if they are letting teenagers pick stuff out, it just might come out a bit too bold...

    P.S. Thanks so much for the award! Made my night that much sweeter.


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