Mostly because we can be really mean to each other, but in the most loving of ways. Example: She borrowed a book from me. It has charts and graphs and fill-in-the-blank area. She wanted to borrow the book. But then weeks went by, and I asked her about it.
But one of my favorite recent conversations had to do with my (poor) husband and an owl painting that Amanda did.
Here is the painting in question:
It’s amazing, and I don’t just say that because she’s my BFF. I’m really particular about my art, and there’s very little that I would excitedly put up on my wall. Not only do all the colors in this palate go with my color schemes, but I love owls, and I love snarky owls the best. So clearly, this painting was destined to be mine.
Amanda and I discussed where I would put it once it was placed in the home. I decided I would place it in the powder room, over the toilet, facing the mirror.
In the conversation below, “him” is the owl:
In other news, you should totally go look at all of her other stuff. She’s really awesome.