December 17, 2010

Favorite Things

It's that time of year; the time of year to be merry, to be bright, to be giving and to be...maybe...just a little bit self indulgent?

How many of us can honestly say that we haven't succumbed to buying a little something for ourselves while out shopping for others? And even though I've been pretty good at resisting temptation (only succumbing to a frivolous art supply or two*), I have slowly started building my own little post-Christmas indulgence list.**

So...on the heel of Oprah's Favorite Things***...I present to you:

Lisa's Favorite Things

7. Ski Socks - I am a victim of perpetually cold hands and feet. Blame it on poor circulation, blame it on my reptilian likeness...whatever you do, do NOT blame it on the lack of red meat in my diet. Despite what my mother thinks, a steak isn't going to warm my hands and feet...that is, unless it's grilled and wrapped around my extremities a la steak mittens and steak Uggs. Anyways, nothing keeps my feet warm quite like a pair of ski socks. I don't know what sort of magical weaving process differentiates ski socks from normal socks but these things are so good I have been known to wear ski socks to bed.

6. Toms Shoes - I lovingly call my Toms my "ugly shoes". Hideous yet so easy to slip on and off. And don't think I haven't noticed their uncanny resemblance to ninja shoes.


5. Snuggie - Everyone thinks I'm joking but I'm not. Too many times this year already I have found myself sitting on the couch with my throw wrapped around me only to extend my arms and find...there are no sleeves. What a buncha crap. OR, I have found myself sitting on the couch wearing my robe only to find my feet and ankles are cold. What a bunchier buncha crap.

4. Tank Cat House - Kitty goes "Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew!". Hahahahahahahaha. Good thing Bill doesn't know how to use the computer cause...shhhhh...Santa's bringing this good little kitty a tank.


3. The Wizarding World of Harry Potter - Butter beer! BUTTER BEER!

2. Waldo's Dirty Chai Latte - Having frequented my fair share of Houston coffee houses, I think I have found my favorite at Waldo's. The place looks like grandma's house, smells like grandma's bosom**** and brews the best, BEST dirty chai latte.



And for my biggest, baddest, favorite thing...drumroll please...

1. KITTENS!!! Kittens for you! And you! AND YOU! KIIITTTEEENS! [said in Oprah's bellowing voice....cue kittens dropping from the ceiling onto a screaming, crying, hysterical audience]

Merry Christmas!!!


*It's a business expense so it doesn't count. Right? =)
**This is not a not-so-subtle Christmas wish list hint to Mr. Chow. I have been informed by the husband that my Christmas Amazon box is already sitting under the tree. But...you know...our 1 year wedding anniversary is just around the corner. =)
***Which really wasn't that impressive. After giving away cars to the entire audience years ago, giving away CARS again just doesn't excite me anymore. C'mon Oprah. I expected better from you. I expected mansions, golden tickets and hovercrafts.
****Or at least what I would imagine one of those TV grandma's bosoms would smell like. TV grandmas != Chinese grandmas. Chinese grandmas smell like Chinese herbs and tiger balm.

December 13, 2010

Boarded Up

The show was amazing.

See How They Run

Can't Sleep, Clouds Will Eat Me

I love seeing sold stickers. Warm and fuzzies. Cloud 9.

Can't Hear You

All three of my babies together before dropping them off at the gallery.

Boarded Up will be available for your viewing pleasure at Gallery M Squared till January 2. Seriously, go check it out. The range of skill, vision and creativity is insane.

December 6, 2010

Pants

Pants don't get enough love. Haven't you noticed how everyone is suddenly very anti-pants? When did hating pants become a thing?

I personally love pants. Pants are extremely functional. There's a pant for every purpose.
I have work pants. I have eating pants. I have stretchy pants. I have skinny pants. I have yoga pants. And then I have...painting pants.

Can't Sleep, Clouds Will Eat Me

What are painting pants? They are a very old, worn, paint splattered pair of faded khaki cargo pants. I love my painting pants. The hems are frayed and the seams are one rub away from holing and I will cry when they finally meet their demise.

Yes, this drawing is also on one of my recently submitted skateboards. Which one came first? The paper or the board?

When I'm in my painting pants, I mean business. I feel like an artist. My pants make me legit. Nevermind the paint splatters actually came from painting my living room walls* and not actual arting; my pants won't tell. In my pants, I imagine I look like an artist who has been spending hours upon hours in her studio and only just emerged and in her haste, couldn't be bothered to change into clean pedestrian clothes. At least that's what I'd like to think. **

I butchershopped this image together from multiple scans. The drawing is just too big for my pathetically average sized scanner. My drawing is too big. My DRAWING is too BIG! I am a banana!

Pants. They're the new iPhone.***


*Living room walls that were suppose to be a subtle light grey. Living room walls that are actually a clear sky blue. You would think an artist would know better than to not sample paint. You would think. But, you would be wrong.
**This pants post was inspired by my late, late night of skateboard painting this past weekend. In my sleep deprived, delusional state, I absentmindedly wiped my painty hands on...NOT MY PAINTING PANTS. Thus, creating a new pair of painting pants. I'm starting to have quite a collection of accidental painting pants. Woops.
***No, I don't know what that means.