Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
"We Three"
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
This is what happens when I can't sleep...
I get ideas in the night. This was not the one I had, but one has to start somewhere. I actually wanted to do red poppies, but have no photos to work from, so TADA! Here are the pink ones that bloomed bravely by the steps of the post office in Jenner-by-the-Sea, where the house on the edge of the world was. I picked at this little rendering, then said the-hell-with-it and made it all loosey-goosey. What can I say, I'm sick here! Got another really annoying cold going on. Just don't have the patience to do much more than scribble, anyway. Now have pastels on my nose.
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I like this loosey goosey one..hope you feel better soon..my hubby has a cold and I am hoping he keeps it to himself.
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