10/02/2026
Apparently when your daughter asks you to paint a scene from her farm for her dining room, the farm residents expect to be included in the creative process. 😂🎨🦃
Enter Frida Cluck-lo — resident turkey, aspiring artist, self-appointed art critic, and apparently my new creative director.
I was just trying to peacefully watercolor the scene my daughter asked me to paint. Frida had other plans.
My watercolors? Needed inspection.
My pencils? Hers.
My brushes? Definitely hers.
The cup of WATER?! Also hers. 😂
I had to fight this girl off of EVERYTHING while she hovered over my work like, “Excuse me, ma’am… I actually LIVE here. I think I know what this scene is supposed to look like.”
At this point I’m not sure whether I’m painting a piece for my daughter’s dining room or Frida Cluck-lo commissioned a portrait of her estate. 😂
🎨🦃 Artist. Critic. Muse. Menace.
And yes… I kind of love her.
