Pink Roses and a New Home
I've just come thru an exhausting move to a new home. It's just a few blocks away
from my old home, but it was still a major ordeal. I moved all my watercolor studio items
by hand, in my trusty little Chevy Cavalier. One load at a time. It took a long time, cause
I'm nearly 70 years old and it was hovering around 100 degrees here in Texas.
As the British say, I feel like I've been drug thru a hedge backwards.
One of the reasons for my move was that I needed a bigger studio space, and
now that I've got it, I'm itching to get back to painting. In fact, the second night in my
new home I started painting flowers. And now that I have room, I have some larger florals
on the drawing board. Flowers are my therapy. My refuge when the world outside
is so chaotic. I hope they provide relief for you, too.
By the way, my little Chevy Cavalier is now 17 years old, and I have no
intention of ever letting her go. She's a gem.