Painting for my kitchen

I haven’t painted since well before Ben was born. The moment I found out I was pregnant, I stopped painting. I didn’t want to deal with the fumes. After that, I just didn’t have any time or energy.

After my computer opted to go explode on me again, I decided to sit down and paint something for our kitchen, since it has nothing hanging in it but a calendar. The husband’s calendar that he calls mine so that he can have an excuse for having n+1 calendars flying around the house. So, during the boy’s occasional moments of “Hey, I guess I can live without nursing for the next 10 minutes”, I sat down and painted.

This picture does not do the painting any justice. At all. I took it with my blackberry then spent countless frustrating minutes on Eric’s computer trying to make it look somewhat non-6 year old got into mommy’s paints-ish. It didn’t work. Hopefully, I can get a better shot uploaded soon. A shot with my amazing garlic. The rest of the painting is eh, but my garlic? Best freaking 1/8th inch garlic ever painted. Ever. I dare you to prove me wrong.

I’m proud of myself for finishing this and, now that I’m back into it, I’ve caught the bug again. I may not be very good at it, but I enjoy it and it makes me feel a little more like me. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with being the boy’s mama. That’s the best title I could ever have. Still, once in a while, I’d like something to just be Jess. Is it strange that saying that out loud makes me feel like a selfish hag?