I have a history of inflicting my inexpert artistry on my poor clothes. I did these jeans at the tender age of fourteen. My mom gave me an old pair of her Levi's and I went crazy on them with Sharpies/fabric pens. At the time I was really into Swedish Dala horses. (Yeah, don't ask..)
I wore them all that summer in San Miguel de Allende...and I still wear them sometimes these days.
This jacket that was sent to me by Aritzia. It's a little too blah for my style but it's still basically a cute jacket...the perfect candidate for a paint job!
But before I go in for the kill I've got to warm up. Can't decide between demented baby animals or perverted fairies theme. Here are few little practice runs I did.