Day 17: An Art Piece (Drawing, Painting, Sculpture, Etc.)

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who was a great artist. She was six. Everyone loved her artwork and proclaimed how wonderful she was. Soon, the little girl grew up, but her art skills did not. And for some reason, at the age of nineteen, nobody thought that her stick people and potholders were great anymore.

Another thing you must know about said girl (which may or may not be me.) She loved birthdays. Not her birthdays, although, let's not kid ourselves, her birthday is pretty much an epic win. But others' birthdays. She, in fact, went slightly insane around these birthdays, buying gifts up to a month in advance and exploding because she had to force herself not to give said gifts away ahead of time. So, one day, in the month of April, 2010, such a birthday was drawing nigh. While the gift for the friend had been bought way in advance, the unartistic girl decided it was missing something. So, against her better judgment, she recruited another friend (who had a car) and said, "Hey. We just got back from Spring Break and have a weekend with nothing to do and a friend's much bigger abandoned room in which we can watch movies meditate upon the Lord. But first, let's go to Target, because our friend's birthday is tomorrow and I feel like I'm missing something." And so, the girls went to Target and found, lo and behold, eco-friendly gift wrapping and gift bags. But, lo and behold again, the girl's friend decided she needed both of these things for HER presents for the birthday friend, so the unartistic girl was up chocolate creek without a popsicle stick. And then, as though a light shown from above (incandescently and/or florescently) an eco-friendly box appeared. And inspiration hit.

"Yea, verily, I shall paint this box!" she proclaimed in a loud voice, although she had no artistic ability to speak of and no idea what the heeze she was going to paint, for the love of all that is holy. And then, while in the music section, inspiration hit once more. "My birthday friend is a hippie!" she proclaimed in a loud voice, stating the excessively obvious. And Google was called upon on the BlackBerry and a picture of a Woodstock poster was pulled up and inspiration hit once more. "Let us traverse unto Michael's and get paint so that I may make a work of art!" The friend looked at her, doubting seriously, and laughed a little bit, but helped her pick out acrylics that matched the colors of the Woodstock poster, so that a grand effort could be made.

Many hours were spent toiling on the box (okay, two) and absolutely no paint was spilled on the friend-whose-room-they-were-borrowing's carpet (nope. None. Shhhh....) And after many false attempts (and pencil marks), the creation was completed.

And then the box was filled with Skittles and other gifts of no particular consequence (unless you were the birthday person. Then they made sense.) and there was much rejoicing.