I admit it– I made a VERY dangerous discovery in the last two days.
Three of them, actually.
They involve decorating.
The first one was that I can draw on my photos on FB. You heard me. DRAW on my photos. So, Chicken’s cat, with the angel wings, that was the result.
The other result was that I could put stickers on the pictures in Twitter. Can you see that? STICKERS. Yes. Like, say, a bat, a flower, a snake, a bunny, and an octopurt on a rather bleak NorCal post-summer landscape.
Or, you know, kitty ears and a pirate hat on small dogs.
Or a beard on my son.
You can see the possibilities, right? The very, very, very awesome… I mean dangerous… I mean AWESOME possibilities, right?
After years of buying art and hiding it and finding some place to put it where someday I might possibly find it again and put it in a private office I would have if and when all the kids moved out and I got my shit together…
I said fuck it and bought art this weekend that I put up on my wall.
Yes, it’s a little inappropriate… (Okay, the print from Lost in the Snow is a LOT inappropriate, as is the one from Young Justice) but NOBODY GOES BACK to this corner of the living room. I had to stand up to get an unobstructed view for the pictures.
But I know.
I write gay romance.
Or superheroes and heroines about to kick ass.
Or damn dat ass.
Or frozen moments, pregnant with possibility.
So, uh, yeah, that.
I needed that on my walls.
And now I have it.
And it makes me very happy.
*laughs with glee and runs away*