since you asked, laverne is a wreck.
she's a mess of a wreck.
she looks like she was attacked by sandpaper-weilding tributes and left for dead in the arena awaiting the hovercraft to whisk her from the torture. i swear i heard the boom of a cannon when i shut the lights last night.
(sorry...with only two chapters to go, hunger games is on the brain.)
my after-school advisors were gentle with their assessments upon meeting laverne:
'tween: i like the hardware. hmm. maybe a little black? or gold on the edges? you have a lot of black paint, right? but it's a big piece and you don't want to make it look bigger. um...just don't put more time into it. really.
frick: uh...yeah... i like it. can i play xbox?
frack: it's not that bad. maybe there's one person on etsy who likes ugly furniture.
i'm so proud.
i stare and stare at laverne just waiting for her input, her contribution to solving my design conundrum.
you know that feeling you have when you see someone that reminds of that kid with the dark hair that sat next to you in mr. angelo's biology class but you can't think of the name even though you went to school with him for 9 years and had a huge crush on him for 3 of those years? his name is on the tip of your tongue.
next to that guy's name on my tongue lies laverne's final finish. i'm... just..... not.... quite.....there.......... yet.
so i called jenn, friend, neighbor, blogger, photographer (see my banner? or my christmas card?) and, most importantly,... filter-free-honest-opinion-giver.
kinda cute, too!
i know you're jealous but you'll have to find a filter-free-honest jenn of your own 'cuz my jenn is MINE.
and, no, yours may not have quite the same skill set so... bummer.
no, the trees are not photoshopped into that soldier-straight line.
yes, that is a real live amish boy that jenn caught on camera but, i promise, she did not contaminate his amish-ness with offers of DSI's or leftover easter peeps.
anycow, i recognized her overt honesty early on when she popped by my fancy studio for the second or third time and found me listening to NPR (my mainstay station except during their campaign drive when i feel so guilty for not pledging the future earnings of my three children that i am forced to flee to the country station to the right).
me: hey, what's up?
jenn: what're you listening to? (it's loud 'cuz i was sanding and still wanted to hear about the book published by the scientist/blogger about AAAAALLLLLLLL the people in the world that have sent him photos of their science-based tattoos such as e=mc whatevered and the periodic table and *$&# that einstein wrote in his notebook. no, i'm not making this up.)
me: oh, NPR.
jenn: huh? what, YOU'RE a liberallllllllll??????
me: uh, well, it's more of a cultural station than a pol---
jenn: yeah, whatever. is that piece finished or what?
my honest abe promised a stop-by this afternoon--though it's after noon and i've yet to have a knock at my door. sheesh.
until then, laverne and i are in a time out. you know, so i don't spend more time making her look even worse.
unless i just....