Hey guys, this is just a quick check-in to let you know that it’s okay – I haven’t been abducted by aliens! I am alive! Well! Eating a stack of peanut butter cookies!

The reason I have been MIA lately (other than that emo poem I posted yesterday) is that I am working on my fashion portfolio for COLLEGE. COLLEGE. COLLEGE. (….Echo echo echo)

Here are a few of the pages I have so far, to keep you interested so you don’t, you know, cheat on me with another annoying fashion sketcher person blog or something.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca

Be My Sweethear

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I realized the other day that most of my posts lately have displayed my attempted “fashion illustration” watercolors. This is because I have been practicing like a bat-shit crazy lady to improve my watercolor skills. I just wanted to remind you guys – and myself – where my true passion lies. I love designing. That is what I want to do one day. So, last night I let myself just design. I stopped worrying about how big her butt crack/armpit looked, and just focused on designing kick-ass things. And that’s what this post is about.

I hope you enjoy it. I hope it is refreshing. It certainly felt much more natural to just focus on the clothes.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca

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I really, severely hate the word “clazzy”. Pretentious, prick girls at my school say “clazzy”. Every time they say it, I want to punch them in their clazzy face, like shut that clazzy-ass-mouth of yours, woman.

However, for some reason, when I was trying to figure out what to name this post, the only word that came to my mind was “clazzy”.

So, I got up, ate some oreos dipped in peanut butter to clear my head, and washed that down with almond milk.

But, when I got back to the computer, all I could think of was “clazzy”.

And here we are.

Have a clazzy day, friendz.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca


Surviving High School

I cannot believe that I am almost done with high school.

It came and went so fast.

Yet, I am barely making it out alive.

In fact, if it weren’t for my friends, I might not be making it out at all.

This painting is called “Surviving High School”, and it is for one of my closet friends who has helped me through a lot of…what do you call it…well, bullshit. We survived, though. We survived together.

Thank you, Shelby.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca.


Snow Daze

Where I live (and no, creepers/pedafiles/stalkers, I ain’t gonna tell you where I live…come on, I’m smarter than that), it snows. A lot. So, today, there is snow in my watercolor painting. Cold, biting, melty, slides-down-my-underwear- snow.

Okay, so about the painting. I am pretty happy with it. I have started this new watercolor technique where I wet the paper first, then apply the colors right onto the paper. I’m diggin’ it. I’m diggin’ it muchos. I think it looks nice. What do you all think??? It makes me happy when people comment, soooooo…you should comment. Even if you just leave a creepy winky face or something.

Adios Bitchasoes. Have a good weekend. Use protection. Don’t do drugs. Don’t talk to weird looking people. Don’t eat that 5th cookie. You’re better than that.

OxOx always, Amy Rebecca


The Holiday I Shouldn’t Like

All facts considered, I am exactly the type of person who should hate Valentine’s Day.

I am single.

It seems like all my friends have boyfriends.

I am single.

And, last but not least, I am single.

However, there is something about the holiday of love that I just cannot help but be drawn to. It is the only time of year when you can go around being obnoxiously happy and annoyingly upbeat, and people can’t punch you in the face because…IT’S VALENTINE’S DAY. What can I say? I love to love.

Plus, you can tell people “happy V-day”, meaning “happy vagina day”, but they think you are being normal and wishing them a “happy Valentine’s day”. See what I mean???

I hope your day is filled with awkward hugs and/or high fives.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca


I Thrive in Chaos

The other day, as I was mosy-ing around the blog world, procrastinating on homework as I so often do, I came across this adorable post from Lineosa: . For those of you too lazy to click on that link, Lineosa wrote a post describing her creative environment, complete with a picture of her perfectly quirk-ily organized desk. Okay, now go click on her link so you can see the picture, lazy-ass. It will make what is coming next seem even more hilarious.

You saw hers? Now, compare that to my work area, a small card table crammed into the corner of my basement:


Sooooo….yeahhhhh. I don’t think I will be landing a spread in Everyday with Rachel Ray anytime soon. Or ever. Somehow, though, I do manage to work in that space. I thrive in chaos.

Ooooooooooh, that would be a cool tattoo! “I Thrive in Chaos”, like right across my chest? No? But why not?

I hope you enjoy this painting by the way. I still feel like I am struggling with watercolor, though. When will this battle end, I ask you?!?!

OxOx, Amy Rebecca



Somehow, this dress ended up looking slightly asian. In a good way, of course! But also in a confusing way. It was supposed to look french. But yet…it looks asian. Can you tell how confused I am? I ponder. I ponder.

Also, I’ll have you all know that I skipped a bubble bath to do this painting for you. A BUBBLE BATH. I think some applause should be in order.

And my final unorganized thought for the day: I am not 100% happy with how this painting turned out. I think I’m going to start looking for water-color lessons somewhere because, let me tell ya, these YouTube tutorials just ain’t cutting it! But, actually. I have been practicing for a few weeks now, and I still can’t seem to portray movement with my painting. The clothes should look alive and active, not stolid and dull like I paint them. Any one have any suggestions for me? How can I improve my fashion watercoloring technique? Please, I’m desperate!

Thanks, guys. Le me appreciates it.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca



If the woman in this painting could talk, she would only say one word: “dahhhhhhhhling”. Her voice would be throaty and grizzly, worn out from one-too-many cigarettes. It would also be filled with irony, as if she were sharing an inside joke with herself, yet it would still sound warm and bosom-friend-like. I really want to meet this girl somewhere, but that may be a difficult task to achieve, as she probably lived some time in the 40s or 50s. I feel like just being around her would make me posh-er.

If that didn’t make sense to you, then I’m sorry to inform you that you are normal.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca



Fancy Shat

Here is a piece that I did of…get ready…

An open-backed dress



With a cheetah-print stole.

And I’m posting it in Sepia, Black-and-White, and FULL HD COLOR.

If that shit’s not fancy enough for you, then you are dismissed. Because I have just combined all of my artistic loves into one place. And I also managed to sneak a butt-crack into the picture as well. My life, ladies and gentlemen, is one huge WIN.

Don’t feel too bad about yourself…not everyone can be as amazing as me. Oh! That was my microwave beeping! My T.V. dinner is ready. Got to go…Netflix awaits…

But like I was saying: don’t be jealous.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca

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