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Girl's Night

I went out for a girl's night with some of my church friends. We all have our birthdays within three days of each other, and it was time to celebrate. After talking it out, we decided to go to a Paint and Sip. I've been wanting to do this forever, so I was so excited. Originally we wanted to go on a Friday night, but I hated the painting we'd be making that night. So I suggested we go on Thursday which had a much prettier painting. 
The fact that I was going to see these ladies and get to pain was one of the only things that got me through the week. I love these ladies so much and haven't seen some of them in months. We giggled all night and complimented each other on our works in progress. I was surprised at how easy the painting was as well! It looked so complicated online, but was so much fun to do. Here's how mine ended up.
All of our paintings were drastically different by the end of the night which was so cool to see. I decided to paint a reindeer instead of a fox because I wanted my painting to have a Harry Potter theme. Also, white deers show up in some of my other favorite books, like Shadow and Bone too;) 
I had such a great night with these ladies and am so happy to have them in my life. Even though they are all mothers and older than me, they welcome me with open arms and love me. :) 



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  1. BaileyOctober 10, 2016 at 9:06 AM

    I went to a Paint and Sip once and loved it! What did you "sip"? :)

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