Finding my Seasider hat buried in a black canvas bag when I cleaned my art studio..
I’m glad that art studio sounds better than Art room.
I’m glad for two eyes that see sunshine streaming through morning windows.
I’m thankful for ideas of paintings that jump into my head like buttered popcorn.
I can smile at sweet friends, friends who paint, friends who talk of letting the natural color of their hair grow out, friends that pick me up for sharing an omelet and French toast at the small corner cafe and say they will pay and then exclaim, “How much? They didn’t charge us this much last time.”
Phone calls from a student in Hawaii who wants to ask questions on how I engage students during my demos.
Being able to answer questions on how I engage students in my watercolor class demo’s.
Family who love me and a Heavenly Father who loves me and for the opportunity to love others.
Have a happy thanksgiving.