|The stuff that makes my heart sing. Did you know|
that the Faber-Castel family started manufacturing
pastels in 1761. These 72, soft, half sticks should
produce some decent marks.
I'm also a junky for comfort clothes that make you looked dressed up, but underneath, you're not. On my way home, I stopped at my favorite boutique to see what was going on for Fall. I hit pay dirt. Not that we go anywhere, but thinking we could, I picked up a few must haves. When I put my packages on the breakfast room table, Ellis was not as thrilled as me. He wanted the wife back he used to have, the frugal chick who never left the house. That chick is gone. He's quoting. Residential construction jobs are increasing. Cash flow is picking up. I, being the respectable female that I am, did my thing: churned the economy for the betterment of mankind. I did my duty for God and country.
I gave him a kiss and the bills, put on one of the tops I bought, my Niki shorts and headed for the studio with my new pastels. I was all dressed up for my swim later. Could any gal ask for a better day?
|Thirty minute warm up with Sargent. I think I gave the guy a glass eye?|
If only I had ten minutes more. He does look shifty.