If there's one thing I really like about my upbringing, it's how my mother's side of the family immersed us, intentionally and unintentionally, in the world of arts, crafts, reinventing junk, and DIYs if you want something you can't afford. Kidding about the last one, of course.
Anyway, this afternoon, I brought a shirt to the museum (Go visit the museum anytime guys! You all are welcome *insert welcoming hug here* well except for... *rolls eyes* but okay since it's not a place under my ownership I shall have to accept that you are and pretend to be extremely happy about it) because I knew they had paint there. Ooh, sneaky me. Buahaha.
Thanks for the paint, Jorge! We all had so much fun working on this t-shirt:
My mom had to leave me behind because after her office hours, I was still busy with mine (tambay hours, if you know what I mean). When I arrived home I showed her the shirt and she wanted me to teach her how to make one so she asked the maid to put out this gigantic basket filled with at least 20 bottles of textile paint. Ugh, can't believe she lied to me when I asked her if we still had paint at home! So, yeah, we spent the stretch of the evening painting shirts, shoes, and cloth. Well, Julia painted the cloth at least (she does try okay and don't judge her because as her older sister, I'm the only one who has the right to do so).
I'm going to post pictures of my Chucks and Vans that I painted on when I'm done.
We might sell shirts like these so watch out. Thinking of making one for a blog giveaway....or maybe not. I don't know. You tell me. *wink wink* Or maybe I should give one to the most faithful to my dying blog. Hahaha!