The FringeFamily may lack many things, however, there is no shortage of enthusiasm among us.
I’ve given you a few visuals of our bathroom project, but you’re really missing out on the olfactory. Since we, meaning FringeMan, is laying a new floor, the toilet has been removed. No worries, because there is a brand, spanking new toiley sitting in a box right outside our back door. Problem is without the bowl covering the poop pipe, our house is a wee bit odoriferous.
Instead of focussing my hair-brained head on the work at hand, I decided to take yesterday afternoon and have a little art time with the kids. It’s amazing how paint and a brush can sooth a soul, especially on a rainy day.
FringeMan says painting is my therapy. He envisions me in a mental hospital, whiling away the hours painting farm animals.
I say, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it!
Now you remember our chickens, don’t you?
If not, go HERE, but come right back.
This time we attempted cows. Cows are not nearly as easy as chickens to create. This may be because I lack a passion for the moo. I’m not sure. I mean, I like dairy products as much as the next person. I simply was not channeling chocolate milk yesterday afternoon. I actually tore my first two attempts in half. Then FringeKid began talking me off the ledge.
“Let yourself relax.” She said in a soothing voice. “Don’t think about it, just let it flow.”
Perhaps a career in art therapy will be in her future. She’s really quite good with the verbal encouragement.
What amazes me is that the three of us sat down with the same supplies and the same mission – To Draw A Cow.
Our creations are as different as our personalities. Please don’t laugh until you show me your art work.
I am afraid to even think of what these paintings could be saying about our personalities.