rather say nothing at all – or did you mom not teach you that????
You know there are just some people that you like right away and then there are the others…. The ones that you know, you will NEVER like.
I encountered one on Sunday! And she was standing in my house.
Her boyfriend had come to help Mr OL out with some rewiring (we are having a kitchen done – yes I agree, fantastic timing being 9 months pregnant and all). Anyway, they walk in while I am busy painting the last of my frogs – and feeling rather proud of them. She asks if she can see what I am doing so I said by all means. She walks over, looks at them and asks if she can make a suggestion. – WTF!!! Me, in my dumbfounded state say yes. She says I should do something with the background, not just have it white. This is the first time I have met this girl, and this is the first thing that she has to say to me… After I recovered from my shock I said, no I left it white on purpose and decide to show her the nursery so she can see the contrast. Dumb move on my part! She said she quite liked it, but then asked about the tree I painted and did I come up with it, and she supposes it does lift the room otherwise the brown would be rather flat. Why the hell did she think I painted it????
She looked at some of my other paintings around the house, only to criticize them as well. She asked if I use oil or acrylic paint and when I said I use mostly oils, she says have I ever thought of mixing my paints with boiled linseed oil because my colours are dull. Excuse me???? I told her I paint for fun, and no I have not thought about it and no I won’t be doing that in the future either. I am quite proud of my paintings. The she looks at a set of 3 that I did and asked if I was trying to copy Andy Warhol, but completed the sentence with, Oh, you probably don’t know who Andy Warhol is. The little $##$%!@#$$!!!!! I said, I know exactly who he is and these painting are nothing like his style, I have done a few in his style before, but I sold them, as I have done with a number of my pieces. I was getting slightly irritated at this stage.
She then had the nerve to comment on my garden, asked if I had thought of covering the patio and made a few other…. suggestions. I think by this stage I was in too much shock to say anything back to her. And if I had thought of something to say it might not have been very pleasant. But my mom raised me better than that. If you have nothing nice to say rather say nothing at all – her mom should have taught her that.
The second she left I turned to Mr OL and said – “I intensely dislike that girl!”