I think I may be becoming a sophisticate

I think I am on my way to becoming a sophisticate. I still have a few habits to break, like wearing sweat pants in public and listening to Alan Jackson, but I am definitely making leaps and bounds, especially since Brandon's last Valentine's Day gift to me. Hmmm.... maybe that makes Brandon the sophisticate... but let's not get caught up in the nitty gritty details.

I am on my way to sophistication because I now own my first official piece of art. It's not a poster. Zach didn't color it. It didn't come from Walmart. It's real. Some international artist (okay... she's from Canada) painted it using real paint and probably even an easel. Here is what it looks like:

In case some of you might wonder, this is not my house. I will never be sophisticated enough to have zebra-patterned pillows and white floors.

I am very excited about the paintings! Even if they aren't to your taste - COME ON - it does seem pretty dang awesome to have real art, right? Oops... I think my true colors are shining through. I will never really be a sophisticate because I use phrases in my writing like pretty dang awesome.