Monday comes around again. Where do the days go? Goodness I am sounding like an old person. The first coffee of the day is wonderful but not as addictive as the first tea of the day. Tea is one of my great loves. I have many. Why not let the old in.
Last week had me occupied with art. WOKAS had an Art Sale in St Mildreds Church on Saturday. Sales for me were non existent but I had a lovely day with eighteen fellow artists. I now have quite a pile of work that ChatGPT is going to guide me as to how to sell. A few glasses of rosé at the Ewe and Lamb with Tim, Tony and Wendy was a good end to the day.
On Sunday we cooked lunch for Keith, Liz, Mark, Mel and Roger. Lots to catch up over food and wine. Elizabeth gave us a beautiful pot she had made filled with violas. A charming gift. We split ways. Some of us went to The Bull, that was packed, to listen to The Stings. Lindsey and Fritha joined us. We caught up on grandchildren stories. Never ending tales of tears and laughter.
I have decided that two plan chests full of paintings, as well as walls covered in them, is enough for now. I am going to use my many sketchbooks for my work.
I have one more Basque Holiday to write up - maybe tomorrow.
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Lizzies Pot Watercolour |
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