I gave the Picker Sisters chance #2 on Thursday night. I'm glad to say that there was waaaay less giggling and screaming and general silliness. The farmers they visited seemed to have caught on that they don't get out much, and caught up to the fact that they come from another planet and are really very annoying. Less bimbos, please and more time with the genius who actually does the work. Really, girls, don't talk, it doesn't make you look any smarter. And BTW - the 73 Harley table was just plain ugly.
For sentiment's sake I then watched Mad Max - last time I saw it I was at the drive-in and about 17. It's smaller and meaner than I remembered but some of the themes were well ahead of the time, if a tad clumsy. Now I'm watching Waterworld (Mad Max, no cars).
Yes, I believe I am addicted to trash tv.
I spent the weekend trying to finish off some things which have been hanging around too long, including mounting and framing some drawings and prints, and working on my bedhead and foot (cosmetic changes), a seventies table (continuing the Mad Max era theme) and various other bits and pieces.If I ever use the term 'black Japan' in a sentence with 'this would look good in', shoot me. It has the consistency of treacle, and takes 20 coats, each more painful than the last. It's on my hands, under my fingernails, and it sure does stick there. The bed looks good, though. But I swear, never again.
So here are some of the drawings I've been working on, some new girls, fish, and random thoughts. For the first weekend in a while, more went out than came in - but it's not a trend that's likely to continue for long.
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