Seriously. Rene and Sara, you had better not be reading this!
Or maybe you just don't like surprises.
In any case, consider yourselves warned.
Last week I went to Good Will and found a couple horribly ugly ceramic owls.
Interestingly enough, both my sister and sister-in-law love owls. I was pretty convinced that one day I could give these hideous creatures a new lease on life and send them to happy homes. Today was that day.
I spent a few hours in the hot sun (the first time we've seen sun in a LONG time here), mowing and working on our garden space. After 2.5 hours spent in 80 degree weather trying to push a million-pound non-push mower across tall grass, I was exhausted. I did not want to do anything else today, but sometimes we don't have a choice about what has to be done.
I did have a choice about art. Today was Day Four of Thirty Creative Days. I chose something simple. I spray painted the owls.
Normally when I spray paint, I choose either chalkboard paint or a bright color, generally something turquoise. I am aware enough to realize that a color would date the ceramics. Black paint is out because the owls are not going to Bette Middler's house circa 1985. A classic color for figurines is heirloom white, which is what I chose for the owls. And I can handle while in very small doses.