I have now entered into cookie baking mode for Christmas–another one of the art forms that I take very seriously and that provides one more distraction from painting. I am the type of neurotic that has trouble buying gifts for people feeling that if I make gifts, others will think it came from my heart, and will like me better, and will never know how much bitching and moaning went into the process. I have no painting to show today, but I will be displaying a beautiful platter of cookies soon.
Then there is the upcoming party at the Art Institute on Wednesday night from 6 – 9. Last year I somehow became the main hostess for the party providing decorations, punch, appetizer, cookies, dishes, beer, wine, and clean up services. Its beginning to look like the same scenario this year. Hope everyone in the vicinity can make it. It’s suppose to be potluck, or bring a bottle of wine. Okay. I did my job to promote. Let’s hope for the best.
I am always so exhausted by the time Christmas arrives. My favorite week of the entire year is the one between Christmas and New Year’s because I refuse to do a thing but read. This year I am getting a new plein air easel (I’d better or Santa is in a heap o’ trouble), and I intend to do a lot of painting.
I hope Bill is riding 30 foot swells and upchucking Baked Alaska.