One thing trending in our area lately is art.
People – well, women who enjoy socializing, and especially getting out for an evening - are embracing their inner artist.
It goes by various names:
Paint and Sip - Wine and Canvas - Paint, Drink, Wine
You can probably spot the focal point.
I decided to try it myself - in spite of the fact that while I’m married to a man with inborn talent, and I have a sister who has actually had her own exhibitions - I have no artistic ability myself.
None whatsoever. Even my handwriting is bad.Our sainted instructor somehow managed to communicate step-by-step directions over the roar of the nearby bar and our own non-stop conversation.
I was reminded of the torturous instructions I would give during teaching days. About three quarters were listening, three quarters of those followed directions, and all the while I needed to inexorably guide the group to the finish line in the allotted time.
But we worked our way slowly but surely to the end product.
When I finished, I had decided the best thing about my painting was that I could bring it home to my husband.
And he could put another coat over it and use the canvas for his next painting.