Sunflowers

I grew up a major tomboy, and now in my 20's I still prefer leggings instead of pants and flats instead of heels. But sometimes a girl's still a girl, and I'll be damned if being a tomboy prohibits me from loving flowers and girly lattes. These days I'm a lot less boyish than I used to be, I have mastered the cat-eye look and even occasionally use hair spray (this is quite a big deal since I've never in my life used any hair products).

Tomboy qualities also include ridding the apartment of any spiders so the squeeze doesn't have to, rocking my work hoodie until he says it's no longer acceptable to be this casual, being in love with my WRX and talking to it like she's a person, swearing like a dirty sailor until the squeeze also says it's no longer acceptable to be this casual. I think I clean up pretty nicely though when I have to be presentable to the public eye.

That being said, the squeeze knows me all too well, and if he brings me sunflowers and a skinny vanilla latte from Starbucks I am pretty much putty. How can you not love that combo, just look at this photo, doesn't it instantly cheer you up??

Perhaps I'm just easily pleased. Not a bad thing I guess. I'll take a dozen roses, a rally car, and a latte please!

Spring

Or at least the calender says yesterday was the first day of spring. It's actually snowing right now. Surprise, surprise. Honestly, at this point I feel as though I've forgotten what summer even looks/feels like, I'm so used to the cold air hitting my face and the snow smudging my eyeliner that if it were nice out I don't think I could handle it.

On an uplifting note, look at the beautiful flowers we have at home! These guys scream spring despite what's going on outdoors. A little color goes a long way this time of year.

Poppies

This is a painting my former boss commissioned me to do as a gift for his wife, she was graduating from Maine Law and he wanted to give her something she wasn't going to expect. I had to give him credit, thinking outside the box and such. The Mrs was thrilled about it which made me very happy, it's always nerve-wracking when you create something for someone else, the fear of them not liking it always lingers in the back of my head.

I painted this last spring. Sadly, I haven't painted a single thing since then. An artist with an art degree not making art? What would happen if butterflies stopped being butterflies? There would be fewer poppies in the world to paint. These days I'm simply too busy for my hobbies and interests. Even monarch butterflies make the time to pollinate before traveling to Mexico for the winter. The squeeze gets on my case about letting my beautiful easel he purchased for me collect dust. He's completely right.

My goal since the new year has been to pull my paints and brushes out from the cobwebs, I haven't been very good about this goal but perhaps this is the opportunity to start.

Flowers Warm the Soul

They really do. I love flowers, they cheer me up instantly. The only time I was ever lucky to receive such a pretty thing was either from my dad on my birthday, or once in middle school my best friend and I exchanged single carnations for Valentine's Day celebrations during lunch.

This beautiful bouquet of crisp white roses came from the most generous and kind guy that I know. My squeeze, as I've dubbed him, has on more than one occasion brought home flowers simply "just because."

They brighten our apartment up tremendously!

Thank you, to my squeeze, for always brightening me up.