The Ugly Pumpkin

Fall is my favorite season back at home.  So over the weekend, I headed back to enjoy some fall activities and breathe in the crisp, fall air.  My family and I went pumpkin picking, and instead of picking a pumpkin that is the orangest, roundest, smoothest, and biggest pumpkin of all, I chose the ugliest and strangest shaped one I could find (I figured every pumpkin deserves to have its day and glow to its best potential...right?)  Well since the shape looked similar to a dinosaur head in my opinion, I made it a raptor.  After a painful amount of time gutting the pumpkin, I started carving and this is how it turned out.

Present for DAD

I really enjoy photography, so I decided to make my Dad something for Christmas using the new camera I received for my birthday.  I took individual shots of his Harley and put them all together to form a full photo of his bike.  Then, I placed it into a shadow box and hung it in his office.  This is what it looked like before I placed it in the box. 

They want their rocks back.

I entered this into a competition to win some scholarship money.  The competition just said to express my imagination and for some reason Stonehenge came to mind.  I believe it is because I love traveling, and visiting Stonehenge at daybreak was one of my most memorable moments abroad.  It represents one of my creative theories on the disappearance of the stones over time. 

Photo by Lauren Proctor, claw created in Illustrator, filter added in Photoshop

Stupid Spa Pamphlet I Made

Used Illustrator and Photoshop

What I See Through a Window

I took this picture in my living room. It's of a couple of kids trying to get a kite out of a tree. I am not the best drawer, but I hope that is visible. I just used a dry-erase marker on my window, and I will upload a few more pictures that are similar to this same concept. Hope you like!

Sorry no more toilet paper

I really am not a fan of wrapping gifts. It's fun to buy presents and go shopping for others but when it comes down to wrapping, I am usually a slacker. Since I don't really enjoy folding paper like origami to fit around a new gift that shouldn't be covered in the first place, I don't tend to buy wrapping paper much. So when I bought a birthday gift for one of my friends, I had a bit of an issue. The gift was actually a book called "What's Your Poo Telling You?" (I also have issues buying serious gifts for people).  It described what kind of poops you may possibly have in a lifetime and why you have them (i.e. your diet, drinking, stress, etc.) For instance, there was the D.A.D.S. which stands for day after drinking shit and many other funny names. Well anyway, I figured since I had no paper to wrap the gift in, I could use toilet paper and it would work just as well. It would cover the gift AND have a connection with the book. The below picture was the final product. Unfortunately, my friend didn't make the connection between the two and called me cheap for A. buying a book for him and B. using toilet paper to wrap it in.

Make me a sandwich

My brother asked me to make him a sandwich yesterday while we were sitting around the pool. So I got up and said "of course!" (which is not a typical response...I usually say screw you or give them a death glare) Instead I walked upstairs to the kitchen, got out two slices of bread and sat there trying to figure out what he truly would enjoy on his sandwich. My first thought was to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with some lime juice so it looked like a typical sandwich but with a little twist to it. I decided to ditch that idea and started making a peanut butter and pepperoni sandwich. I slathered thick globs of peanut butter on one slice of bread until every corner was covered, and then I placed two layers of expired pepperoni on the second slice. Once my concoction was done, I placed the slices together, grabbed a cheese stick for a side dish, and headed back downstairs. I gave him the sandwich with a smile on my face and at that moment he knew something was up. He looked in between the two pieces of bread and just started laughing. To my surprise, he replaced the top slice of bread and took a large bite. His facial expressions while eating the whole sandwich was fully worth the 18 stairs I had to climb, the energy I had to use unscrewing a jar of peanut butter, and the annoyance of opening an expired bag of pepperoni. I don't think he will be asking me to make him a sandwich any time soon.