My sincerest apologies for a short ramble this week, but really. You will thank me later that I didn't let loose on the keyboard tonight.
I will, however, confess that I have slept in my painting sweat shirt, worn red socks with my moccasins, have not worn make up for three days and haven't a clue what is in the pile of papers by the phone.
On the other hand, I have multiple mini canvases, cards, prints and new 12x12 paintings ready for the show this Saturday. In case I haven't mentioned it (ha), it's the Red Dirt Art Festival from 10-4, in the small park behind the old police building in Redlands.
O.k. Enough of the shameless marketing. I have to go change my socks.