The New Theatre

I’ve go blisters on my hands and my back is sore from putting this thing together, but now I can’t wait to paint this and even use my oil paints again.  I should really have read the instructions before putting hinges in, I’m not a man!  I failed to read the instructions that said to drill a hole before screwing, and I swore and broke my hands and kicked and almost gave up.  Everything went so much smoother after I bothered to read the directions. Lesson learned. Hopefully.

Puppet Show Theatre

Puppet Show Theatre

Colourful Tea Time

Yesterday I received a call, which woke my son up, so I couldn’t hear very well what the caller was saying.  I heard something like: “mumble, mumble, craigslist ad”, so I asked “what craigslist ad?” with probably a bit of annoyance and impatience in my voice since my son was up and crying. “Oh, sorry, I must have gotten the wrong number” the person on the other end of the line said and hung up.  Minutes later I get an email saying “I’ve lost your phone number, I’m wondering if I can come and see the paints you have for sale”. Ha! I guess that’s what the call was about. Nope, I’m still using them, sorry. I’m guessing two more sessions and I’ll be done with this painting.

Tea Time 36" x 30" Oils

Tea Time
36″ x 30″ Oils

Craigslist Made Me Start an Oil Painting

It has been over six years since I’ve last used my oil paints, so I decided to admit it and face the fact that I wasn’t likely to use them ever again and that they were taking precious space in my already small and overcrowded house. In fact, I’ve been spending the better part of December getting rid of things that I didn’t need, use or want, so it was only a matter of time before their turn came to leave my care and go find a new master that would hopefully show them more love. It’s late again, my mind and writing is all over the place. I can feel it. Anyway, going back to the paints. I posted them on craigslist and asked for $20.  A very, very good price. I have over 50 paint tubes, some of them, as I’ve just noticed, not even open yet. Together with the tubes, I was also including my wooden case that becomes an easel.  A real steal! I got three inquiries right away and I deleted the ad. I contacted the first person. He asked me to list all the brands. I did that and didn’t hear back from him for a day. I sent him a message again asking him if he’s still interested, he said yes, I gave him my address and told him to come before 8:00pm. He didn’t show up, he didn’t contact me. I waited till evening next day and when I still didn’t hear back, I called the second person.  Second person, very interested too. He was going to come the following day. Good thing my son was sick, or I would have been pissed to have waited at home all day, because the second person never showed up either, but that day in the evening, the first person got back to me, saying they were going to come next day at 7:00pm. I gave up on the second person and I told to myself, if the first guy doesn’t show up, I’ll forget about contacting the third and I’ll just use the paints myself! My hands are stained, my house stinks and I’m working on a 36″ x 30″ sized canvas.  For lack of a better idea, I’m painting my tea set, which is absolutely gorgeous in real life. Here’s the work in progress. I hope to be done soon cause the smell is just awful. I used to love the smell, but now all I can think of is “brain cancer, brain cancer”.

Tea Time

Tea Time

New Year’s Resolution: Sleep More

I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions, well, I don’t dare voice them just in case.  It took me 11 years to get my driving license and I blame it on the fact that every year I had the same resolution: “get that license” and the moment I gave up, I got it. True story.

I made a resolution this year and it’s day 3 and I’m failing right at this moment. I decided that this year I’ll sleep more. Sounds easy, but it is quite a challenge. I really need to get off my butt and go brush my teeth and go to bed.  I don’t understand why I spend late evenings with my eyes half closed reading just one more BBC, CBC or wiki article. I procrastinate going to bed. It makes no sense, yet here I am at 11pm falling asleep over this keyboard.  Sometimes I wish I didn’t live in the age of electric light, but that would probably mean toiling all day in some field, having 10 children, a bath only once a week and very likely be illiterate. I think I’ll stick with lack of sleep, as much as I love Jane Austen, I wouldn’t want to live in her time.

I will sleep more. Starting tomorrow.