Peer Pressure and Elongated Syllables

So there seems to be a trend where everyone is encouraging to get back into art. My aunt brought it up at my older sister's wedding back in June. "Why aren't you using your aaaaaaart?" she asked. That isn't an exaggeration. That's how everyone sounds when they say it. As if I'm falling into some Hitchcockian vortex with James Stewart and Tippi Hedren heads saying "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaart."

Then a few weeks later my dad says, "Why don't you become a teacher? Or why don't you go back to school for aaaaaaaaaaart?"

My mother will follow that week up with, "I remember when you used to be so focused on your aaaaaaaaaaaaart. You used to draw so much and you were such a cute little aaaaaaaaaaaartist."

And now my fiance has jumped on the aaaaaaaaaaaart train. He has taken me to the Macaroni Grill one or two times for both a fancy meal and to watch my skills with a crayon.

So you know what I say? Screw it. I've avoided it long enough. Peer pressure, you've won out. This is now a blog filled with drawings.



Happy, everyone?

Plus, Kevin bought me an awesome Bamboo Pen and Touch that I need to make use of. Damn you, cool things!