Yesterday I bought frames. A lot of frames. And I loved every minute of it.
Yes, I spent far to long in both Jo-Ann Fabrics and Michael’s on Saturday drooling over frames, and I attack them with coupons. Actually, both stores had some nice discounts and clearance frames, which certainly helped. The result? PRETTINESS!
I have quite a few more on the way, but I first need to cut a bunch of matting. My matting cutter is in another city at the moment, but it shall be reclaimed soon! Hopefully by this time next week, I will have another five or six paper cuts flaunting their stuff in style.
I think my excitement at framing my paper cuts is tied in with the recent revelation that I am an artist. Wait, what? Yes, that’s right; I, Gail McCormick, am an artist. It is still very surreal, and I’m not sure I believe it. I often walk by my paper portraits and do a double take: oh that’s paper! That actually looks awesome. Oh, I MADE that. WHAT?
Somewhere over the last year and a half I accepted the fact that I was no longer just dabbling. Well, it’s a process of acceptance… When I was younger, I always corrected people when they claimed I was artistic after seeing the result of a school project: no, not artistic, just resourceful. When did that change?
It’s weird! But I think I like it.
…I think. :)