I know what I know. and this is what I know.

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There's a lot I don't understand.


*Like why, after complete silence, the motion sensor towel dispenser dishes out the next towel. YET you hear this from a stall. far from the dispenser. and you are certain you are... or were. the only person in the public restroom.



*Like tunnels.



*and while we are at it. Bridges.  Dear the 1st man who tried this, you are magic.

*Like whether or not the red x next to someone's name means you cancelled the accidental text to the wrong person on time ... or not. can we be 100 percent sure?



*Like whistlers. In public locations.



*Like why zits show up at the worst time. in full force. in perfect proximity to some other permanent body marking in order to make a dumb looking picture... oh, you aren't sure what I'm talking about? try the moustache that forms when 2 or more join forces between your nose and upper lip. Or the snake bite that happens when one perches right next to your mole. or... well...  there's more...

but this post is about more than acne.


I hope.


I just started so you never know.


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There's a lot I DO understand.



*And even though this side of the venn diagram may be less full than the other, these are the things I need to rock in order to blow this popsicle stand.

(And since I learned the expression - "Let's blow this popsicle stand", I use it super often to make up for all the time I didn't know it.)





*I know color. I know design.





*I know that I feel best when I'm making work and pushed to such an extreme that I fall asleep standing up.



*I know that I like where I am and what I am doing when I laugh outloud. and I'm alone.




*I know I am so lucky to be where I am. And I know I have so much to learn.

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and I know-  That hustling wasn't just good advice in softball.

It's what you have to do. To be on the starting line up.






If you want to start.







and I do.

Hanging art ranks very low on my love list.

The horses are coming off the walls. 

They are mostly after pumpkin spice. so, order the toffee nut. (with the other 3 people who ever have. Im talking to you Heather Case) 

today was a big day. a lot of things happened. 

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I have the kind of friends that say- Yes I can help you hang art. and Yes I can wait on your porch until you get home. with moths. 

Thank you Rachel Rohr. sincerely.

Hanging art is equivalent to writing the bibliography page for a very long paper.

"YAYYYYY I'M Fin----.crap. no Im not."

but it is so much easier with dear hardworking friends.

So, go check them out. 

Libbie and Grove

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In other news: running more than 6 miles at once makes your body feel like it has the flu. No one told me this. 

goodnight.

Hello. Monday.

mob mentality creeps me out.

Jealous? 

Same.

Because in all likelihood I'm not doing that now anyway.

But I was. And good thing too because I cranked this post out. And you HAVE TO SEE THESE RABBITS.

The other night I drew 30 rabbits. I put them in singlets. on unicycles. in sandwich boards. in tutus. 

Because my mind is always on creepy, eerie, circus. 

It's so light hearted and so cryptic at the same time.

like puppets.

one of these rabbits is going to homecoming.                                                          pssst.

I don't know what it is about rabbits, 

but I find that I am drawing them more often than not.

someone has something important to say.

My sister does that pose the unicycle rabbit is doing. the likeness is unintentional. but hilarious to me.

So the day after I made these guys. I found this little lady on the back deck. 

What. cant see it?

A run away!

Swim cap and suit envy.

To show scale, I put her in a chair. 

I also put her in a chair to have a chat with her.

I needed to give her a small lecture on safety and being smart about where she shoots off to.

reminds me of growing up actually. when we were in trouble there was no grounding. there was no curfew restriction. 

It was a talk. 

A sit-in-this-chair-and-listen sort of deal.

That can be the worst. 

Sitting there. in a chair. 

as your conscious swells and you cannot leave the chair. but now the seat is so crowded metaphorically and you would do anything to walk away.

Needless to say, Swim cap Susie now knows to stay with the crowd.

advertise excitement.

mob mentality creeps me out.

WHYYYYYYYYYY SO MANNNYYY RABBBIIITTTSSS?!!! 

Hehehe. new business cards. 

Why do I want to hug them? 

My reactions are so often inappropriate.

He is in a singlet. 

barefoot.

Probably getting ready for a circus act. 

post intermission.

                                                                                                                                                    Is her calf bothering her?

Dancing Queen.

See.

It's all business.

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And, 

In conclusion,

I'm convinced, 

this is what my heart looks like ~

Everyone should be ok alone once in a while.

THIS GUY IS. 

( Look I can add my nephew on here when I need to. and here it applies. hes alone and hes studying his reflection and appreciating the little things in life. a moment of a one year old in thought.  Also note that I put him in the bed of my truck for my amusement. his amusement. and the world's amusement. It's over all a good idea.) 

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Despite the urge to call up everyone I know at all times, I am completely thrilled to walk solo through a giant antique mall of treasures.

metaphorically. and literally. 

And I do. When I need to. 

Immediately. I feel better. 

Today I was drawing on my tablet. I drew a really creepy man. no idea why.
 I showed my sister out of horror at what I did.

She doubled over. 

So instead of that image,

I will post the next thing I drew,

                                                       "Oh, Im fine over here" tablet drawing by me.  

It's about being alone.  

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like running in the morning. to an A&E biography on Harry Truman.

or

like driving into the ridiculously planned out Michael's (art supply store) parking lot way too often because the last time you visited they gave you a 40 % off coupon to get you back the next week. news flash marketing geniuses THOSE WORK. but you should talk to the guy who designed the parking lot. (unless you've been there you can't understand. But I'm talking about some diagonal spaces mixed in with the regular kind.. and no exit until you've driven through a drivers ed  obstacle like course.)

or

like sitting at a coffee shop and loving on the groups that meet by the window on the couches and arm chairs, but being perfectly happy watching them and not being a part of them

or

like framing art on a weekend night with wine and sparkling deck lights while Michael Jackson lets me know it doesn't matter if I'm black or white.

or

like watching Rushmore while drawing 30 tiny rabbits to sew onto a new set of business cards. (Wes Anderson I love you right now. dont think I dont see those scenes and angles  slipped into the direction just because the design of them is wonderful. you are speaking my language. I mostly cant breathe when I think about FANTASTIC MR FOX. beautiful. )
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And being totally ok with it.
And maybe even loving it.

(also a shout out to the Halloween/fall season. Which I adore.)





Being alone- and being content with that-  is important.



 But, so is this...


When one man, for whatever reason, has the opportunity to lead an extraordinary life, he has no right to keep it to himself. 

~Jacques Yves Cousteau 




Im going to get back into my submarine now.

There is so much to learn. 

Solo.

CAROUSEL SERIES

PSSSSSST. THEY'RE DONE!

6 is the lucky number.

THREAD AND INK DRAWINGS

Approximately 18" x 24" each<-- that is the size of their frames.

See images below for thread. ribbon. fabric. and ink detail.

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Introducing:

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Joy

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  Joy is sold.

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Take Off

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Take off is sold!

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What Goes Down

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What Goes Down is sold.

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Merry Merry

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  Merry Merry is sold.

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Swim

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  Swim is sold.

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Keep Going

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Keep Going is sold.

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The Carousel Series

"We're alike. I, too, believe that everyone should have a chance at a breathtaking piece of folly once in his life. I was twenty when they said a woman couldn't swim the Channel. You're twelve; you think a horse of yours can win the Grand National. Your dream has come early; but remember, Velvet, it will have to last you all the rest of your life. " 

                            

                                                   - Mrs. Brown (National Velvet)

On display at your local (Libbie and Grove Avenue) Frappuccino provider.

Starting Mid September.

Consider yourself sneak previewed.

"Luuuckkkyyy"   -Napoleon Dynamite

ALL ARE FOR SALE. 

To inquire about price email me at abernathy.parade@gmail.com

I will let you know which are still available and will also be not-so-secretly in love with you for asking.

xoxo. 

Thank you for checking my blog- If you haven't become a follower. you should. you have to click on the followers on the right. and become one. it's easy. it's free. it's cool.

 Im going to start having giveaways when I reach a certain number. 

Is this a bribe?   Yes.