And sumtimes I even scare MYSELF!

My mother used to sing a song to me - I can't remember all the words, but it ended in "...........and sometimes I even scare myself!"

I cleaned out and vacated my storage unit today. This is requiring a major re-organization to squeeze more stuff in the house. I decided to throw away the drawings that were no good. Was going through some class assignments from art school, and I found this charcoal drawing. I can't for the life of me remember the assignment, other than a self portrait, but as I went through all my drawings, I'm thinking, what kind of space was I in then? I don't remember being gloomy, but do remember having such a great time. But here it is - I can't deny it. So, booooooooo! Hahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa

On the spur of the moment this morning, I called Hattigrace and said, "Hey, want to go to an artist's house with me, she is having an open house!" Right now Hattigrace's mode is when she hears the word ART, she definitely wants to head in that direction. We met there and a few other ladies were there, artists and writers, and we talked and talked and talked, and I snacked. Then we headed to Hattigrace's house for a grand tour - she has a knack with decorating - absolutely charming home. Also I met Bella, her teacup schit-zu (that's a bad word to mis-spell) and fell in love with the little varmit.

All in all, it was a good day, but I am sooooooo tired, the rest of the art work stays in the car until I get energy to get it out. I found paintings I thought I had lost. I also found a few that are crying out to be sanded off and a new painting started afresh. One canvas is a New Orleans courtyard I started years ago in acrylics - I might rework that one - I have new ideas, but stay with the courtyard theme. Oh, exciting....