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| Before Greensleeves... |
Actually, she was my embarrassment. I have a hard time showing my art work to others. I can accept a compliment on my hair, accessories, the way I dress, my home, or my family, but God help the person who tries to compliment me on a piece of artwork. I usually look the other way and run. This week, I had a monthly appt with my massage therapist. This woman gives me a present every Xmas and I return it with generous tips through the year. This year I felt the need to give her a present also. We had spoken about our artistic leanings before-we both painted. So I decided to paint her a little something. Of course I left it till the last moment and finally brainstormed in front of the computer. I came up with a little lady dressed in green standing outside on a winter's night. Daughter #4 said, "What's the point?" Umm...I don't know. Do paintings need to have a point? So I thought some more and embellished it with this and that and finally remembered the old folk song Greensleeves. I wrapped it up and cushioned it with some of the Husband's cookies. And took it off to my appt. My therapist presented me with her gift, I presented her with mine, and then she didn't open it....What does that mean?!!? She said she was keeping the surprise. I kind of interpret that as, "What if I hate it?" Arrghh! So now I have to wait till my next appt to get her opinion which as I type this, I realize I did not make. Sigh.
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| And After... |
