artistic endeavors: for pj.

back in may, early may, jen and pj came for a few days.
remember that?
one. two. three.

well, i painted a canvas for her birthday. an early present for pj.

she chose some lyrics from this song:

and i fashioned it after a canvas i've done before, here and here.

♥

and this, while we were sharing the amusement that julian smith is to us.
:)

remember our long wait for spring?
our long sighs over beautiful pale green buds.
and then it was here.
and then we've got freak weather.
this week, monday-friday was mid to late 60's for temps. it's never that cool in late june. never.
but nevermind that loveliness --my favorite weather, by chance-- it's supposed to get hot again. :P
friday's forecast: 90.

back to may, though, okay?
it was the perfect day --super chilly, but not freezing enough to keep a coat on in the sun. :)
*happy sigh*

there's jen, me, anna and heather, waiting for pj to come out of a dressing room. 
we went wedding dress shopping for pj . . . yep, my best friend is going to get married. october was the first date, but at present we see it's going to be postponed because of housing issues and the like.

but instead of a wedding dress picture (which i will be released to post someday in the future;) you get one of my brothers with them:) it's customary to get a picture of the brothers with our friends/sisters, although the height differences aren't that noticeable because caleb is sitting down.

that night we watched the young victoria and drank tea. and probably stayed up late talking about birth, because jen's pregnant with her first bebe:)
the end. :)

but dangit, i forgot to add the lyrics i painted on her canvas.
see, i never got around to taking a picture of the finished thing; we boxed it up so they could take it home . . . time went by too fast. 
so here it is:

I am with you
I will carry you through it all
I won't leave you I will catch you
When you feel like letting go
cause you’re not, you’re not alone
I'll be your hope when you feel like it’s over
And I will pick you up when your whole world shatters
And when you're finally in my arms
Look up and see love has a face.
[red; not alone]