I got all up in Esmerelda's face about painting really
great words of wisdom on some rocks after seeing a picture of such a thing on Pinterest. So I set about planning what we'd
need for materials:
- rocks
- paint
- something to put paint on rocks aka paint brushes
The thing about rocks is
that unless you live beside a river there aren't of a useful shape lying around - they need to be fairly flat and round in order to have
aesthetic appeal. The search began…
Read about the epic
adventures of rock collecting and how brilliant minds are bad at painting after
the jump.
The Mission: Acquire Rocks
While planning our paint
date over chat with Esmerelda I
suddenly remembered that the house next door has river rocks along the side of
their house. Telling her to hold on, I darted outside in my jammies to do some recon and sure enough,
river rocks all over! Unfortunately the house has been on the market for a very
long time with no yard maintenance, meaning the rocks were super grimy, broken and mildly depressing.
With my hoodie up over my head I grabbed a couple
handfuls of decent stones and sauntered back to my own house, trying to
appear as if I were merely going for a small walk around the front lawn,
'taking the air' if you will.
Back inside, I raced to
my laptop to tell Esme what I'd found and
she wasn't effing there anymore. Nice friend, had I gotten caught and
charged with some archaic NoCal law
regarding rock kidnapping I know who would NOT
have been available to bail me out.
Anyways, I had 14 decent
specimens in hand which Ender helped
clean up and then hijack. Ender – 14, Me - 0.
Later that day we drove to Palo Alto for some business of R's and I
forced him to cruise neighborhoods with small streets while I eyeballed the walk
ups for appealing rocks. The thing about R is that he is in
no way shifty. He just pulls up in front of a house and says 'how about there?' Yes, those are great. However I'd like to remain free of a criminal record so I'd rather we
don't stop in a wide open area where I can see 9 people without even turning my
head. Finally we found a sort of unclaimed sidewalk and I stood outside the car
pretending to suffer motion sickness while covertly stuffing stones in my pockets.
Alas, still not enough to
supply both Esmerelda and
myself along with our kids. So R took me to a craft store where I found two
bags of candlescaping rocks shipped here from China, because that makes economic sense, and the brushes. Yay! Let the inspirational juices start
flowing!
See the finished product after the jump!
