John officially got me in the organizing mood yesterday. Which is just great timing because I am SORE…body sculpt class kicked my butt last night. But anyway, my goal for today is to get all of the kids’ too-small clothes out of their closets and into boxes to be put in the attic. Yesterday we got all of the too-small clothes out of the piles in the laundry room (which was a huge chore) so that John can organize his tools in there.
However, the kids are sleeping in their rooms right now, so I’m going to straighten up and then sit down to paint. It’s a gift for someone, so I can’t go into detail, but all I can say is that I’m terrified of it! I have it all drawn out, but my plan is to do watercolor, and it just freaks me out.
I am a person who needs structure and control and detail. Watercolor is the opposite of that. I hate how the paint just decides where it wants to go. I hate how pastel it is. But mostly, I hate how inexperienced I am with it. I shouldn’t be, given all of the instruction and books and hints I’ve been given, but I am. Because I procrastinate. I don’t like to play around, and I guess that’s what you have to do to get good at it. I want to know what I’m doing before that brush ever soaks up any color.
So why am I doing watercolor? Good question. I guess because I know that the giftee would be absolutely thrilled by it. It’s the Perfect Gift. So here goes nothing.
Stumble it!
Good luck on that watercolor! I’m the type of person who would love to have all the knowledge right away (without having to take the time to learn, gosh darn it); envision what I want to do, then just paint it exactly how it’s laid out in my head. If only it worked that way, haha.