headshots

So years ago...maybe like 15 , my sister and I won 2 free sitting at Glamour Shots in the local mall.
For those of you who escaped this phenomenon....Glamour Shots was this pseudo-professional service that gave you a funeral-director type makeover.... slathering you with thick pancake make-up, a peacocks display of unnatural hair teasing and bejeweling and donning you in frocks left over from the cast of Dynasty.
As frighteningly old we looked for our age, it was kinda fun to be pampered.
My sister chose a ravishing beaded evening gown with a fur stole...myself, I was torn between the white leather bustier....and the classic black leather jacket with matching leather hat.
I went with classic black.
I do have have these photos...yes indeed. I could never part with gems like these.
The real question is , will I post them on this blog.
That would be a no.
They are safely tucked away and only snuck out when I need a giggle.
Thou, I do wonder what ever happened to all the negatives Glamour Shots must have accumulated?

So in my homage to Galmour Shots....I did my own take on glam-animal shots....minus the feather boas and aqua net.

classy situation

Ok, so the painting class was held....and can you believe the talent??!!

I so wanted to tell all of these wonderful ladies that there was a tragic art heist and that all of their paintings were gone forever....Gone forever to my house!

There isn't one painting in the batch that I wouldn't covet for my own.

And many thanks again to the impeccable Schuyler Pond for hosting our artistic messiness and giggling!

peep show, cute chicks

Well, I am so sorry to make you all melt into your computer chairs with the epic cuteness....but how sweet???

My new little darlings arrived on Easter Sunday ...right on cue.

And I have been fawning over them ever since.

Only hubby was disappointed when he found out that the free exotic chick that was included was not a leggy Russian woman named Natasha.

Sorry hubby, not in this lifetime I'm afraid.

Your fate is a redheaded, shortcake with freckles.

painting class

Calling all hidden-artists
I will will hold up my right hand , place my left hand on a palette and swear to do my best to instruct!


the details:
Sunday, April 25th 10am-noon
at the bodaciously, bucolic Schuyler Pond Home and Garden
Saratoga Springs , New York
518-581-8422
jdlanne@aol.com


$120/per person
all materials included
as well as a refreshments to wet your whistle.

the mission:
to start and complete(fingers crossed) your own floral painting!

Be there or be square!
call or email for further details

No prior talent or experience needed!

bovines in the boudoir

A few of my new chair infused paintings....this one titled "Bovines in the Boudoir"...24x36

and no, the title did not come about by a spicy food dream.
Thou, I must admit lately I'm obsessed with Tabasco flavored Cheez-its .

I dread the day the company ceases productive on these gems.

So, I implore you all to purchase these with care abandon...hoard them if you can....maybe this will encourage the Cheez-it people to keep the shelves stocked.

Worst case scenario, If they are cruelly discontinued I will more than likely to be quite motivated to buy them from you for like $50 a box.


"Kick'in Back" 24x24

death by deletion

Nobody wants to be the hatchet man, the hit man, the hired gun,the bad guy.

But sometimes you just gotta step up and do it.

Like any able bodied person with an itchy trigger finger, I too own a digital camera riddled with lifeless pictures.

Pictures with no future.

Pictures of no relevance.

Pictures of no consequence.

These pictures are not bad mind you.

They've done nothing wrong.....they just don't quite fit in anywhere.

It's just, quite frankly I'm tired of them taking up valuable space.

Valuable space for more cute pig pictures....space for cats engaging in adorable sleeping poses....blurry, moving chicken photos .

These photos trapped in my digital are oh-so-pretty to look at ....kind of like that guy with the bad ass tattoos and the I-work-out-alot muscles ..... nice to see, but boy I wouldn't want to be married to him.
Just can't see them in my life forever.

No offense pictures, but you must be purged.

So I will hold back my Donald Trump bangs and with a push of a button I will bravely declare "you're fired".

I know I will see you again.

As uncomfortable as I am in my role as exectutioner, I now realize these pictures will live in blog land forever.

More to follow.....

heArt of Winter

Yes indeed, It is time again for the Annual

heARt of Winter Folk Art Show

January 30-31st

At a fab new venue:

The Red Barn Antique Center

Warwick, New York.

What could be better??!!