Sunday, October 21, 2012
If I Fits In It, I Sits In It
When my mother-in-law died, she left behind a lot of really wonderful things, one of which was a leather satchel/suitcase thing. The other day, when I was preparing to go out of town, I found the satchel held my watercolor stuff perfectly. Like it was *made* for it. I showed Brian what I'd put in the case and his face kinda fell. He was jealous that I'd grabbed it first... hahahaha! It has a certain steampunk feel - all leathery and old-fashioned looking.
So, I was sitting out on the patio last night, as I am wont to do in the still-sunny evenings, with my new-found portable art studio case and had set up my little painting area when I went inside the house to get something.
I came back outside to find this:
What is it about things that cats think to themselves -"I fit! I sit!" So sweet Ginny kept me company while I painted.She drinks my paintbrush rinse water, too.