On Friday my hubby announced that he needed to make a frame-run to Michael's, over in Austin. "Need any art supplies?" he asked sweetly. "No, not really," I replied automatically. Then I saw his smile fade and realized, he wasn't just being polite, he actually wanted -- no, needed -- to bring me something.
You see, my hubby doesn't handle it too well on the rare occasions when I have anything more than a cold. It shatters his view of the world order, threatens to send the earth spinning out of control. And, since I mostly just want to be left alone when I don't feel well, I guess shopping for me was the only way to show me that he cared.
Grasping at straws, I wandered over to my art table and showed him a picture of some liquid water colors -- just about the only thing I don't already have -- in my new Creative Girl art book by Danielle Donaldson. "Well, I guess, if you could find the smaller 1/2 oz. size, you could get me one or two of these. Just to play with, make sure I really like them before I buy more."
Well, needless to say, I've had quite the color-mad weekend!