For most of my life, I've always considered myself as not one of the 'creative ones'. I don't know how I made that conclusion; was it a single failed try or a lifetime of no effort? Whenever it was, I began to just write off my ability to do or create anything artistic. So when the opportunity arose to paint miniature figurines, I approached the project skeptically. If it weren't for most of the supplies already being purchased for me, and the rest of the house doing it, I would never have even thought of painting a miniature...or anything! I have to admit, as soon as I started painting my little fighting woman I became enraptured. Literally hours flew by in minutes. I think at one point I threatened my husband with some sort of bodily harm for getting in my light. We were 20 minutes late to having dinner with friends because I just had to get her belt just right. When we finally got to dinner, all I could do was tell them everything about how I painted my miniature and how awesome it looked. Any other conversation that was going on, I was back home painting my miniature.
When we did get back home, the first thing I did was change her belt. I wasn't happy with the way I left it. When I had done all I could do with her, I began painting my miniature unicorn. I may have literally spent four hours doing nothing but painting yesterday! Me! The anti-artist!
Well anyway, Tony says I need a hobby, we have most of the paints already, and brushes are cheap. What's to come of this? Maybe a houseful of sparkly green miniatures? There could be worse things...
(I did try to take pictures to show everyone-you know to print out and put on your fridge- but I couldn't get the lighting right and it didn't do justice to the colors)
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