My artistic license is at stake.

Dear “Anonymous”-

When I was employed as a writer and my husband was still a touring musician, I felt the freedom to be weird. I wore weird clothes, I listened to weird music, and I decorated my house with my weird style.

Sure, I received some flack from the “normals”, but I was surrounded by more weirdos than normals.

 


Biceps and I were often hired by others to build out of the ordinary things, due to the fact that our artistic license accompanied our meticulous building skillz. Case in point, an artist hired us to build her this pretty, but functional shed that we deemed the “Big Girl Playhouse“.

 

I’ve been proud of the unorthodox things that I have built. I realize that not everyone is a weirdo like me and won’t like my style. That’s cool. I can handle it.

 

But, as a blogger, I am critiqued for my artistic license way more than the average bear. I try to take it all in stride. Heck, I understand why someone on the west coast doesn’t appreciate my deer hoof coat rack. They’re worried about their patchouli and plugs. I track with why Mr. Modern Guy may not like my barn wood dining room table. I understand it’s all chrome and glass for you. And sure, purple master bedrooms may not be your thing. I know you have a hankering for realtor beige. It’s cool.

I’m not normal, so my stuff isn’t normal. I get it. I friggin’ get it.

When I build something that’s for me, and I take the time to photograph each step, edit those photographs, write out an informative tutorial on exactly how to do it, how much it costs, where to buy the material…why is it ok for the internet kingdom to rip me a new one and tell me how ugly/stupid/dumb my project was?

Not to be creepy, but I know who you are: I know your IP address, where you logged in from, how you found my blog, what city you live in, what pages of mine you visited and for how long.

So, even if you are wussy enough to call yourself “anonymous”, you aren’t. Just let me be a weirdo over here in my little world. And, I’ll allow you the same.

Love-Weirdo Rebekah

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for the entire world. Deal with it.
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7 Responses to "My artistic license is at stake."

  1. Michele from IL says:

    Ignore the naysayers…..there are plenty of us out here who enjoy your artistic license and your blog. Carry on! 🙂

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  2. Janice says:

    Seriously? I was checking out prices online of metal storage sheds.[I know, we should be ashamed] I click over to check FB & find pictures of the Most Amazing Definitely-NOT-a-Metal-Storage-Shed. You are talented, inventive, extremely skilled, generous to share, & obviously hard working. I’m sorry that it took a Mr./Ms. Nope-O to remind me to tell you! You inspire us all!! Have a wonderful day!!

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  3. Janice says:

    In our dreams!!! Brian loved the Big Girl Playhouse! We walked away quickly from the metal sheds & got a big case of shed envy looking at the ones that seem luxurious enough for people to live in, not just the lawnmower! But the nagging question now, what do we do with the current one? It’s still in good shape, has really fun flowers painted on it; seems a shame to just demolish it. The good news is – looking at sheds led to the acquisition of a Chocolate Mint plant. Yummy!!

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    • Rebekah says:

      I know! I want to build a fancy shed to hide our icky stuff, but make it pretty enough to have a party in. Quite a contradiction…

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  4. The Lassie says:

    I love your blog because you march to your own drummer. This sometimes scares the pants off the mormals.

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