I Now Own a Black Velvet Painting: My Life Is One Step Closer to Being Complete

There is a particular package I have been waiting for from Jett's Etsy shop, 256 Eclectica. I didn't even have to go shopping for it, because Jett knew it should be mine and told me so.

As with watching water boil, packages will always take three times longer than normal if you are excited about them, but after many moons, it came today!


The Palinode hasn't seen the loveliness of what I ordered yet, but when he does, he's going to be so excited, except probably not so much, because I don't think he's wanted a black velvet painting as much as I have for as long as I have.

Also? I don't think he's going to be as thrilled as I am with just how poorly the waterfall is rendered. For me, this was the selling point of the whole painting. It gives me great joy to see how the waterfall's spray is painted to follow completely unnatural, ruler-straight lines in a spot far away from and to the right of the actual falls. Is drunken painting an art form?

Its terribleness is its winningness.

velvet painting

This is how I roll, though. I like ugly. Do you remember the psycho salt shaker or the lovely Desmond here?


I think my painting will fit right in.


PS. This is the best paint brush ever to exist. Imagine the damage to beauty I could do with this thing?

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Grace in Small Things: Sunday Edition #91