I had a chance to get away for the night with my favorite group of ladies. I was the only one toting along a child but no one complained. He loved crashing the party with nine ladies.
We had a little wine and paint party of our own. You know me and paint. I’m a happy camper with a paint brush in my hand, even if usually it’s more of a household brush than an artist’s. I have been waiting for a chance to do a small picture of a truck, much like my Ford “Stanley.” So while the others did butterflies and crosses, I started on my truck.
Here’s the rough draft, so please no laughing. I hope I’m actually able to complete this painting project. It makes me wonder how any artist ever knows if their picture is done. ?
Beyond that we played some games, went out to eat and tried our hands at arm knitting. I think I’ll stick to painting…
I loved every minute!
(Isn’t the baby’s face hilarious. He’s like, “Whaaat’s going on here????”)
Can’t wait for the next time!