I got my rabbit Tucker from Midwest Rabbit Rescue, which is now raising money by selling some things at a craft show. These are some little paintings I am donating. They are all very small—all under 4x4 inches.
Batch of 13 books people commissioned. Tiny books! I’ll probably add more in stock on etsy soon. (www.etsy.com/shop/silaspiral)
I finally started my first “real” job this week. But I’m still working on a bunch of crafts and whatnots. I’m making some fancy bunny banks…out of cans. They look awful at first, but I cover them with paper mache clay and then various fabrics and fake furs. I will attempt to post some finished ones soon!
Mini cork planters for cacti and succulents. (add a magnet and liven up your fridge) <3
So cute! As if I didn’t have enough magnets….
I was looking for some watercolor paper and found this in a portfolio. Weird charcoal drawing circa 2008.
New painting. Wish I could explain my obsession with dead animals, but I can’t. I guess because they’re the saddest things I can think of. Acrylics, 18x20?
Haven’t painted anything in a long time, so I whipped up these chickens for my mom’s kitchen.
Maybe TMI, but whatever. So, I have never wanted to have children but at the same time I feel it is my evolutionary duty to get some of my genes out there (isn’t that the point of existence?) and make some cash at the same time. I’ve always wanted to be an egg donor but it wasn’t really possible with school. Finally I am in a place where its plausible and I was pretty much immediately denied. I am relatively healthy, don’t smoke, don’t have any weird diseases, have a master’s degree in science, can sort of draw, have a fairly healthy family…and come on, I am a natural redhead! We’re a dying breed!
Anyway, I made the mistake of indicating that I had anxiety. I don’t know why the website doesn’t automatically tell you, “HEY! DENIED!” but no, I had to play some serious phone tag with the lady from the agency (because she said their phones weren’t working correctly…that’s legit) for her to just say, “Nope.” I said, “Well it’s not debilitating,” but apparently that can be argued against. Without some degree of anxiety in my life I would not be able to function; I feel like although it is annoying, it is the only thing that has driven me to be successful.
I read this article on Jezebel that made me feel a lot better, but is still kind of hurts your ego, like one of the women interviewed mentioned. But the article brings up an interesting point: how are you ever supposed to get accepted if you don’t lie about your family history? Is there any family out there that is some sort of magical entity all to itself wherein all the DNA is flawless? That’s not how evolution works, bitches. And the article mentions that maybe they just have too many donors. Okay…then why does the agency advertise EVERYWHERE, constantly? And why did the woman absolutely jump on the chance to call me and ask me more questions?
End rant. Sorry. It’s just that seriously, my eggs are going to turn into some awesome motherfuckers. Your loss, people who want babies.
