You ain't artsier than me...
cuz you speak real soft and drink chai tea...
-Artsy by The Grouch
If you were to take a look at my resume, you would see that I'm an art school dropout. Disillusioned by the art world and its denizens, I quickly ran for the hills after one year at the Maryland Institute College of Art. But I just couldn't get away. Like the cloud of dust surrounding Pig Pen, the stench of a year at art school continued to follow me. In fact, this "artsiness" was the main selling point when my best friend set me up with my current boyfriend.
He's a painter. One of his paintings actually won a contest, she told me. And I can only imagine what she told him about me: She went to art school. She's really artsy. Or something like that.
I know this to be true, because on our first date, he pulled out his iPod -- complete with a playlist for made especially for that evening -- and wanted me to listen to this song:
And then we joked about how not artsy we both are.
Artsy kids still hold a special place in my heart. I've known my fair share. I've had microbrews at hipster bars. I've eaten brunch at restaurants with paint-by-numbers hanging on the walls. I've ridden a bike drunk. I've worn plaid shirts with jeggings (still do, actually, almost daily). And with that, I bring you my favorite hipster-lite finds this week. (Step 1 to being artsy: pretend to care about fonts.)