I am a little odd sometimes. I like things “just so” and perhaps it’s my age (delighted to be turning 43 this year), or perhaps it’s that I have children and so in some parts of my reality I like to have complete control.
Like my Studio.
I was planning to do some canvases the other day, so I gathered all my tools and supplies. Only something was missing from the brush caddy. It took me a while but I finally realised that I didn’t have a SIZE 10 brush!
Oh the drama that ensued.
Frantically searching every Tote, every bag, every sink, every drawer because I KNEW I had one somewhere. I mean, c’mon, who DOESN’T have a SIZE 10 brush?
It’s like I was paralysed – I couldn’t work properly. Somewhat disturbing, yes? I have little patience for people who operate in this manner, and here was I, behaving like a right royal prat!
Perhaps the SIZE 10 brush dilemma was an excuse to not work that day? Hmmmmm.
Anyhoooo, at the next opportunity I toddled over to the Art Supply shop. Not only do I buy the Important Size 10 brush, but they had half price canvases with every brush purchased! And I pass my business card over to the sales assistant who is intrigued about my story of faceless people waiting to be born on canvas.
So the Moral of the Story is….well, actually there is no moral lesson to be had here. It’s just a lunatic woman on the fringe of Art-dom who was knee-capped by the absence of a Size 10 brush!!