so, i wake up this morning (ok, i was actually laying back down after taking my kid to school… you caught me… exhausted… didn’t sleep last night… don’t know why… as my aunt says “your committee in your head must be keeping you awake”… yep, too much thinking, not enough sleeping), and my cousin, kim ohlson, texted me this photo.
a piece of art i painted (with rascal flats lyrics on it) was on Lisa Rinna’s instagram page!
this is similar to the painting (as each one is painted individually) i gave to our daughter when she went off to CA this year to chase her dreams. and she is chasing them i tell you. so proud of that girl of ours.
how cool is this?
i love love love Lisa Rinna.
i’ve loved her since reading about her shop (never got to see it, but dreamed about the clothes in it for a long time). i’ve watched her on Days Of Our Lives forever. and she is my favorite wife on RHOBH. yes, i am a reality junkie. i know who is real… and this girl has got it going on!!!
anyway, it’s weird how things happens. i was just talking about quitting facebook the other day. and getting back into instagram. not that i was ever really into instagram. it’s apparent from looking at it. i think i have about 10 photos on there from the past 5 years…haha.. it started with getting an account to stalk my kids in middle school so i knew they were being appropriate on social media. but now i love that it is like one big photo album of your life. and that is soooo up my alley. i am fresh from returning from CA as i just helped brookie move into a new place. i felt renewed. i was ready to make changes. i was ready to paint. i kept saying all week, “i’ll update it. i’ll do it tomorrow. i really will….”. then life gets in the way. old habits form.
well, not now!
this was my sign. this morning. changes are happening. thanks, lisa (even though you have no idea who i am and how much of an influence this one post of yours made in my life). funny how people we have never met send us in a direction we didn’t realize we were going to take so soon.
so, i’m back.
on instagram. and painting. and dreaming my dreams.
just for fun… thought you might like to see a few pieces i have hanging around my own home…
the original Fisher Family Vintage.
what started it all. my style has changed a little. the bottles aren’t so jug-like. and more information fits on the story.
email me if you are interested in one. i have a few openings left for 2016.
i love painting these little framed pieces. it reminds me that when our kids are home (and husband too), i will always be able to say, “party of 4, please”. I like that.
this is what you see when you leave our home. next to the front door. next to the coat rack that is piled with baseball caps, scarves and rain coats. and the beautiful ceramic cross my mom bought me when i turned 40. she took me to laguna beach, my birth place, and drove me around to my old house, the hospital where i was born, and the bar that my dad went to after she delivered me… and he bought everyone a drink. um, these days, there’s no way the husband gets to leave the bedside to go for drinks after the baby is born…haha. after the fun trip down memory lane, she took me to san juan capistrano. i saw this cross in the window of a store. it has a leather cord. i fell in love. she bought it for me. and it has been hanging next to that door ever since. almost 12 years.
one day i was watching oprah. and gwyneth paltrow came on her show. she had just had a baby. and had named her apple. and she told the story why. i loved it. and i painted this. yes, many years ago. one day i hope to give it to her. it’s been in our bar room, hanging on the wall since that day. anyone know gwyneth? if so, give her my email address.
i love my family. and they love us too. most of the time. haha. i’ve painted a few of these for people that have the same feeling. love it. it sits on my bookshelf, next to a photo i just bought in venice beach. i love buying art from locals when i travel. the artist/photographer was one of the vendors on the side of the skate path. and i loved this piece. and if you look closely, you will see a butterfly. when my dad passed away last year i was told to look for white butterflies passing by. it would mean my dad was near. funny thing is i see them all of the time. greg’s mom sent me a beautiful basket of all white flowers and this sparkly gold butterfly was pinned on top. she then passed away suddenly. a shock to our family a few months back. and that butterfly has been on our book shelf every day since. it might not be white, but it’s sparkly and happy… and i love it.
this is a little piece i made a long long long time ago from pages from one of my kids story books. i cut them out and glued them on. a reminder that He loves us all.
this piece hangs way up high in my office/studio. about 10 years ago this guy commissioned me to make a very large painting for his girlfriend. i was so excited. because he offered me a lot of money compared to what i was making those days. he gave me his number. i painted the piece. and he never answered his phone. ever. talk about a sad moment. i always assume people are good on their word. my parents taught us that was important. keep you word. oh well. lesson learned. i covered the flower on her swim cap with sequins and put more blonde in her hair and called her “brooke”. and now it is mine. how lucky am i?
i have a red wall in our kitchen. I’ve repainted all of our walls a cool taupe color. but for some reason this one wall did not get painted over at the time. i must have liked red. now i can’t remember the paint color on the other walls. i guess this one will just remain red. i cover it up a lot with art and photos. this is what hangs there now.
this piece hangs in our bar room (which is technically our living room but we never used it so we turned it into a bar room with tv, games, bar and the usual mess… yep, right as you walk into the door). i made a few of these for a show years ago and pulled this one aside. it was mine. i knew it as i was painting it.
don’t get me wrong. i love money. it can buy fun vacations to see my daughter… and lots of converse sneakers… and the little white convertible bug i dream about that my husband says “one day, dear”.
i did a painting for someone as a thank you from garth brooks. it was a very personal piece with lots of information on the recipients life and all of his accomplishments. it was really really cool. i don’t talk about my celebrity work much because they don’t like me posting the actual art. it’s always personal. word art. but i loved the story because i worked with one of his guys to get it finished in time. then shipped it to an airport that garth would be arriving at for a layover so he could sign it. then it went to the place it was meant to be. when i saw this quote i loved it. when i saw who said it, i loved it more.
notice anything wrong with this piece? no, it’s not the broken piece of glass i had to take out after it fell off the wall. yep, “wonderful” is misspelled. so it hangs in our home. on the wall. has for years. it makes me laugh every time i look at it. reminds me we aren’t perfect. and the funny party is that a few people have offered to buy it from me. no. it’s mine. my original piece of flubbed up art.
and this one hangs over our tub. the tub used by me… oh, and my son with epsom salts after a long baseball weekend… and our cat. yes, our cat loves to take baths. hilarious. funny cat. i love the saying on this. i read it every morning when i get ready. chocolate and martinis? sure, why not. i’ve made quite a few of these for the girls in our area (40th, 50th, even 60th bdays). just adjust the hair color, drink and dessert choice. fun.
as i end this post, i have to put this photo up from my computer. it’s a little blurry. just snapped it from my cel phone. look…. brooke (fisher_brooke) left lisa rinna a message. my heart is melting. thanks brookie. and lisa, I’m sorry to hear about your dad. maybe one day i can put him into a story for you on canvas.