It was a good idea in theory.
Paints. Pups. And Pints.
Pay $60 and you get a blank canvas, a couple of beers, and instruction on how to paint your pup. And if you pay extra, a portion goes back to the pups (which of course we did, because hello save the pups!)
It should come as no surprise to anyone that I was very excited to do this. My dream house = a house covered in painted images of Harlow. Can you imagine? I would die.
It was hard a decision, but I finally chose the two perfect photos of Harlow for Chris and I to paint.
This first photo shows Harlow's fun playful side.
This second one shows his sassy pretentious side.
They were going to be great. I already told Chris I would rearrange our gallery wall to make room for our masterpieces.
We've done a paint/wine class before and were quite pleased with how easy it was to pretend to be an artist- that is when you've got an instructor who outlines your entire photo complete with a "paint by numbers" map clearly laid out for you.
Unfortunately paint, pups and pints was a different story.
We were given a blank canvas. And that was it. The instructor was actually just a bartender who walked around and said things like "shade more" and "blend right there" and "want another drink?"
And so after one too many drinks, one too many screw-ups, and me finally just getting frustrated and saying forget this time after time, our "masterpieces" turned out like this.
It was a disappointment to say the least. Harlow was not impressed. Not impressed one bit.
The saddest part is that we actually tried. Chris is so mad in this pic.
Serious question, who's painting is worse?