The Last Chicken Sandwich and a Blue Chair
At the Afternoon Tea last week (was that a whole week ago!?) I drew a little sketch of the last chicken salad croissant on the plate. Not only was the sandwich alone on the plate, it was alone on the page, so when I sat on Karen's front porch one evening to draw the blue chair, I put it on the same page spread.
Today is a little like that - a little of this and a little of that. I don't have any classes today and I am puttering around, cleaning things up a little. When I come in from a class, I dump out my bags of books, palettes, sketchbooks, etc., and the stacks were beginning to overflow onto the back porch. We spend most of our time in the summer on the porch (eating, reading, talking), so I thought today was a good time to put things in their proper places and sweep out the spider webs.
Wednesday night I was getting ready for Thursday morning's class, and I commented to my husband, " I have the best job in the whole world." There I was washing vases, cutting and arranging flowers, squeezing out fresh paint. I am doing exactly what I want to do!
