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    there’s always time for painting

    paint bottles

    No matter where you are or what you’re going through, there’s always time for pottery painting. That’s my motto.

    the studio

    OMSH took us to a little pottery-painting studio about an hour away from her town. It was quaint and cute and totally worth the drive.

    Pink Kitty goes everywhere these days

    Even Pink Kitty came. She goes everywhere Bug goes these days which might explain why she’s looking a little worse for wear. That poor cat.

    The other day Bug was off doing something in OMSH’s master bathroom. She loves that bathroom because it’s big, it has lots of mirrors and it has a pretty pink rug on the floor. A perfect princess bathroom by Bug standards. Anyway, Bug kept calling for me to bring her a towel and I was a bit annoyed with her because I was working on my computer in the schoolroom, and why oh why would she need a bath towel? She wasn’t taking a bath.

    “But I’m giving Pink Kitty a bath!” she hollered at me.

    “You’re what?!!”

    First of all she knows she’s not supposed to give Pink Kitty a bath because we’ve been through this before and real baths for stuffed cats equal crunchy stuffed cats later. Second of all I didn’t hear the water running. This was not going to be good.

    “I’m giving Pink Kitty a bath with my spit!” she finally clarified. Duh.

    Spit might have something to do with why Pink Kitty isn’t as fluffy as she used to be. Good thing she is machine washable is all I can say. Ew!

    something funny is going on

    Em

    attack hug

    So anyway painting was super fun. Pretty much anything is fun with the OMSHes. They are their own entertainment. The kids have all kinds of inside jokes and they break out into song every time anyone says anything remotely near a lyric of a pop song. I am never that fun. Bug is going to be bored out of her socks when we have to go home. Good thing we have a trip to Washington D.C. planned right after this!

    Omsh painting

    kid corner

    searching for inspiration

    Maybe the kids get their entertaining sense of humor from their mom.

    smush face

    painting the Omsh's

    Love Bug and me

    Comedy aside, I had a really good time painting. I’m happiest when I’m creating. This is a mug I painted with a little squeeze bottle with a needle tip on the end. They’re called mosquito writers, I think. I’ve never used them before and found them pretty challenging, but they’re way better than a fat ugly paintbrush which was my only other choice since I left my special fine-tip brushes at home. I hate it when I do that. But I loved using these mosquito writers. The line is a little wobbly but I kinda like it. The painting is of the OMSH family. I can’t wait to see what it looks like when it gets fired.

    little raincoat girl

    I also painted this little raincoat girl. I painted this one first and accidentally used a thicker-tipped squeeze bottle so the line is a lot thicker. But I still like it. I’m going to put it in my shop when it’s fired if anyone wants to buy it.

    Princess Pink and Queen Harley Bug Eye

    Bug painted a pink plate with flowers on it, of course. I should have taken pictures of it but I didn’t. Sorry.

    color chips Suck it up.

    OMSH painted a coffee mug that says, “Suck It Up,” which I thought was pretty funny, since it’s a COFFEE MUG! Hahahaha! I think the OMSHes are rubbing off on me.

    And then we yeehawed all the way home.

    those crazy Texans

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    Hoop There It Is!

    hoopsters

    practicing for their album cover

    take two

    hoopti-loop

    surfin' usa walk like an Egyptian

    hoopman

    loopy

    these hips are good for something

    It’s a regular six-ring circus around here!

    Just kidding. Even though the Omsh’s are loads of fun—they are loud and crazy and loving like nobody’s business—I’m finding real peace out here. I think I needed to just stop and listen and figure out where my life was going. I’m almost ready to go back, but not quite. I thought staying for ten days was way too long. I thought for sure they would be sick of me by day three. But now that my trip is winding up, I don’t think ten days is enough.