one cannot create unless the mood is right.
How does one know when the time is ripe?
Not sure but there were some things going on and maybe they had something to do with it...
4 loads of laundry needed washing
it was windy and rainy outside
a steaming mug of hot tea was in my hand
Pepper was chasing her catnip mouse
the house was quiet
I was alone
the music on the radio tuned to CBC 2 was upbeat
I needed to be downstairs in reno-ville to access the washer and dryer
and my hobby room is downstairs next to the guest room...
which both are full of things that had to be removed from the areas that are "under construction"
I will not bore you with all the details but it is a mess down here!
it will be lovely when it's done.
Mud pie painting is done for fun.
It's that simple.
Like those early kindergarten days
standing at the easel staring at the blank paper
wearing one of my father's old shirts worn backwards with the sleeves rolled up
all students brought painting smocks and their father's cast off shirts were the usual choices...
the teacher bending close to my ear and whispering
"you can do it Leslie, just wet your brush and dip it in the paint"
I was cautious and afraid of making a mess...
well no more
I love to let the brush ebb and flow over the canvas
I've cut off the right side a wee bit but you get the idea.
Gosh I look serious
actually not the most flattering of photos
trying to take ones own photo is a challenge
hitting delete might have been the best course of action
but hey I aim for honesty so here it is...
My hair now has a few layers
the new hairdresser thought I needed some to take advantage of the natural wave and I am in her capable hands until Chris gets better.
She has had the surgery,
and is undergoing chemotherapy...
I took Mother to the hospital for a test
as we were walking in the crosswalk to the parking lot
I saw Chris in her car and I ran over and gave her a hug and a kiss...
I left Mother standing on her own in the crosswalk
She was in no danger
as Chris's car was the one that was stopped at the intersection.
I completely forgot myself in the excitement of seeing Chris.
Gotta love spontaneity!