Fat Bee is finished
I have finished the beee. The mighty beeeeeeee. Look at how mightily he clings to that flower. Go little bee, go.
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He is painted with acrylics on wood and sealed with a sealant spray. Yay, I am so happy that this little guy worked out and I still have a whole bunch of wood to use so I'll probably do a few other images like this.
Yesterday I managed to clean a small section of my room about roughly 4x4 foot and I also cleaned up one of the closets. This is a great achievement for my poor horribly trash room. Like my dad, I'm a pack rat so it's really hard for me to let go of stuff. This time I took a whole bunch of books and comics to Half Price and I recycled a bunch of useless magazines and convention programs. If I give myself time to look through whatever I am throwing out I often end up deciding I could maybe possible use whatever I'm looking at even though it's been several years since I last open the book/magazine/stuff. But really I have got to get rid of this stuff. My room is just packed to the gills with stuff, useless stuff. =/
I wonder if maybe something happen to me when I was younger where I sold or threw out something... like maybe a book that I really liked and I always regretted it and that's why I have a hard time letting go of books. Cause I try really hard to not rid my room of books. I have to force myself to look at the book and think "Am I ever going to read this, do I even still like this, really you think you're going to read that Chemistry book, really?" However, if I know I can sell the book for decent money I actually don't mind doing that, ugh I don't understand my thought process at all.
Right now I figure I'll take some time every now and then to work on some small area of my room. It's going to take me forever but I got to do something the messiness it's spilling over to other rooms and there's no way I need even half the stuff I have. It's all just sitting around taking up space and most of it gatherers dust.
-Diana
Buy this image as a print at my online store!
He is painted with acrylics on wood and sealed with a sealant spray. Yay, I am so happy that this little guy worked out and I still have a whole bunch of wood to use so I'll probably do a few other images like this.
Yesterday I managed to clean a small section of my room about roughly 4x4 foot and I also cleaned up one of the closets. This is a great achievement for my poor horribly trash room. Like my dad, I'm a pack rat so it's really hard for me to let go of stuff. This time I took a whole bunch of books and comics to Half Price and I recycled a bunch of useless magazines and convention programs. If I give myself time to look through whatever I am throwing out I often end up deciding I could maybe possible use whatever I'm looking at even though it's been several years since I last open the book/magazine/stuff. But really I have got to get rid of this stuff. My room is just packed to the gills with stuff, useless stuff. =/
I wonder if maybe something happen to me when I was younger where I sold or threw out something... like maybe a book that I really liked and I always regretted it and that's why I have a hard time letting go of books. Cause I try really hard to not rid my room of books. I have to force myself to look at the book and think "Am I ever going to read this, do I even still like this, really you think you're going to read that Chemistry book, really?" However, if I know I can sell the book for decent money I actually don't mind doing that, ugh I don't understand my thought process at all.
Right now I figure I'll take some time every now and then to work on some small area of my room. It's going to take me forever but I got to do something the messiness it's spilling over to other rooms and there's no way I need even half the stuff I have. It's all just sitting around taking up space and most of it gatherers dust.
-Diana