my mom found this little pot and gave it to me. the inside has a wire basket for soaking brushes. there's even a tiny printed label with a palette. it's so cute that i thought maybe i would start painting again.
then, this thing happened. i know you won't even believe me. i used to have a vintage jacket-type thing that i would wear for painting. it must have got away from me over the years because when i went to look for it recently, i couldn't find it. i was bummed because i liked it and even wore it sometimes as a dress.
then, when i was looking in the little room at the recycling center the other day (yes, the very same one where i found the flag), i happened to notice some denim and gingham and ... i could not believe, but it was the jacket-thingy. i looked it over carefully and it was the same colors, same brand, same stitching, same flower applique.. i did a double-take and wondered if it was the very same exact one, if by chance i had donated it and it turned back up here. but it turns out that this one is nice and roomy, whereas the one i used to have was ever so slightly too small. i got the new one all washed and wore it today. i love to paint, i want to paint, and i don't even remember why i stopped painting other than i have too many interests. i can't help but see this as a sign.