Art class was crazy today; or if the truth be known, it was crazy for me. I was delighted to be there, but my brain hadn't gotten the news. Even though I packed my bag for class, I didn't check my photo folder (try saying that several times in a row!) carefully enough so I got to class without the necessary reference for the painting I had started. Okay, I thought, I'll use a similar picture from a different angle and make up what I can't see. What??? Clearly, the brain was strolling down a bougainvillea strewn boulevard without me. Finally I had to admit it and tell everyone that Noel wasn't present; they were seeing a hologram. Maybe next week she'll return.
After class I went to my favorite art supply store to purchase materials for a new project. I am eager to start a painting of the Grand Canal in Venice, but I needed some different supplies for it. It was exciting to get what I need so I can start - oh, wait. I have the supplies, but do I have the time? Tomorrow I have to cut fabric for a two-day weekend quilt class, Thursday I have a sew-in, Friday there's a Guild meeting with a possible free afternoon, Saturday and Sunday = class, and Monday? I believe Monday is completely free (except it's laundry day). That means I have one-and-a-half days minus laundry time to work on the Grand Canal with the newly purchased supplies. Nope, the brain was since not in evidence.
Then I went to crazy class. You probably thought I was the teacher since I was so obviously highly qualified, but no, I was a student. The class was Crazy Quilt, and I felt right at home. Finally!