A few weeks ago, my sister emailed me and let me know that she had a painting project for me. The conversation started like this:
Sister: I am making a shot ski. I have already purchased the ski and I want to paint it to take to a Jimmy Buffett concert. (She and her husband go to this huge Jimmy Buffett concern in Wisconsin (I think?) every year. It's a huge tailgating event that involves a lot of booze. I've never been. Though I did see him at Jazzfest in NOLA. )
Me: What the F is a shot ski? (Did I mention that in real, non-blog life I have a bit of a potty mouth?)
Sister: Search it on Flickr. It would be easier to see than explain. Basically, you take an old ski. Attach shot glasses. Group shot activity. Taking it to Jimmy Buffett. Should be an instant hit. Need it to look tropical. Buying a ski today off of someone on craigslist. You just need to paint it fun.
Me: Um.. Ok. If you buy something off Craigslist make sure you finalize the transaction in a public place. I just saw a scary story on GMA this morning. (The conversation then digresses into a description of the Craigslist seller who is selling all of her worldly belongings to climb a mountain for charity so at least the money is going to a good cause and my disbelief that I have been to tailgates and water ski tournaments and not once have I seen a "shot ski.")
I won't bore you with the rest of the details of the conversation. Anyway, a few weeks later, 2 brightly painted snow skis ended up at my house. I set to work to paint them.
I finished one this weekend and sent it back to my sister.
It's mostly the result of doodling with black and white paint pens. And once I get around to doing the second ski, I think I'll have perfected the designs.
The detail of the front.
And the back
She's responsible for attaching the shot glasses.
I think this was probably one of the most difficult finished projects to photograph.
Despite a bit of rain this weekend, it was another gorgeous summer weekend. I went to a swim meet, the Iowa City art festival, and the pool. But unfortunately, I showed up with a dead battery in my camera. You'll have to take my word for it.