I forgot about some photos I took of my Mom’s stamping room when I was at home.

This room defies the laws of physics. When you think it just can’t hold any more, you can always find a nook or cranny to stick another stamp.
My mom has always been very artistic and I grew up with her constantly creating. Her mother, my Grandma, is also an artist and the both of them influenced me greatly as a young one.
Although I consider myself pretty creative, I think the natural artistic talent in our genes ended with my mom. My creativity appears more as genius ideas (clearly) and unmatchable wit (not). I love to paint and draw and whatnot, but I don’t think I’m naturally very good at it. (Please recall Drink and Draw where I gave up on real life models and chose to draw a giant cartoon dragon instead). I think this is the reason I’m in such awe of their work. They both have a way of sitting down and working on a project until it’s finished that my easily distracted brain just can’t handle. So here it is: Ode to my mom’s stamping room.

P.S. If you feel like it, you can check out my Mom’s Art Blog and my Grandma’s website. Just for funsies.

Ugly:

Eating ham and salad for dinner watching Police Women of Memphis. Never do that.

Awesome:

Got my first real mani/pedi of the summer! Yay sandals! (I snuck a couple of photos in there…)