So last night, I was sitting at home, poking around online, minding my own business, when I got an e-mail from my mom. The subject line read “Please don’t hate me!”
Ooohhh boy. This was sure to be nothin’ good. Oh sure, it was followed up by a cutesy little smiley face. But when a smiley face follows “Please don’t hate me”, you know that bratty little grin is only there to soften the blow, right?.
So I opened the e-mail, and what did I find? My mom begging me to do some tweaking on my mural.
Have I ever told you that my mom is an exceptionally talented artist? Well, she is. All throughout my childhood, my mom taught oil painting classes, and she was fantastic. Her landscapes were exceptional…so realistic. (See where this is going? Landscapes = trees, and lots of ‘em!)
Unfortunately, I don’t have any photos of her paintings, but they were very similar to the beautiful landscapes of an artist named Dalhart Windberg. Perhaps you’ve heard of him, or seen his work.
Soooo, yeah…my little tree just wasn’t cuttin’ it for her.
BUT, she was kind enough to send me a list of specific areas that needed work, and even included a little Photoshopped picture (although the quality of the pic she had to work with wasn’t great).
I think you can click on that picture to see all that she had to say, but my absolute favorite thing was her comment about the main branch, which she said “looks diseased and swollen.” Oh my…that cracked me up!! I had a swollen and diseased tree!! :~D
And even funnier was that she told me, “A branch should get smaller as it goes away from the tree.” LOL!!!! Perhaps I haven’t spent enough time tree-gazing. I mean, I knew that branches get smaller, but it just never dawned on me how small they actually do get.
I really did see her points, and to be honest, there were things about the mural that had bugged me since the day I painted it, but I was just ignoring them. But now I knew something had to be done. My tree was driving my mom crazy!!
So last night, I dragged out the paint cans and got to work. I even made an 11:30pm run to the grocery store for tiny little art brushes! I was committed to the task, and knew I had to put my mom’s mind at ease.
After about two hours of tweaking and painting, it was fixed. Oh, it’s not perfect, but I think even my mom will agree that it looks pretty darn good. Hopefully she won’t lose any more sleep over my mural!!
Want to see how it turned out?
The differences are subtle, but they made a huge difference! Again, here’s the before:
And the after:
Thanks to my mom, I no longer have a swollen and diseased tree in my kitchen!