I'm so glad I did. As I look back over these pictures I am reminded that much was accomplished. So much more than could have ever filled a page of "to do's."
I stepped outside of my comfort zone and purchased paint. Real paint. My kids looked at me like I was crazy and said, "we're going to DO art?!" I like creative stuff, but art scares me. We took a little trip to the art store, where REAL artists shop. I forgot to wear my pajama-jeans and flowy tunic, so it was pretty obvious that I was the novice. Especially when I had to ask what kind of paper to buy.
We decided to start with something simple. When I say "we" I mean that I pretended to do a demonstration while really trying to figure out how to use those blasted professional tubes of color. Blending. Lots of blending.
Speaking of their creativity, we had a nice surprise arrive this week. A package containing styrofoam packing puffs that will stick to each other when moistened with a paper towel. You can purchase them at craft stores but I cannot for the life of me think what they are called. Do you know what I'm talking about?
So thankful for the little gifts of each day that fill my soul with the colors of life.