Wednesday, October 11, 2006
You know when you have an idea in your head, and just cannot make your hands produce what you want them to?????? I am there right now. I cannot paint. I can do walls and blank things. But all those little intricate ideas I am trying to paint onto wood? Hah! Forget. I am about to throw myself on the floor and have a major temper tantrum. Of epic proportions. My penguins look like they have been moth-eaten. And the angels look as though they live in a rubbish dump. With rats who nibble on their extremities. The snowmen are passable, only because they are white with black hats. And do not require fiddly painting. I can cut out the wood. I can sew anything. But I cannot paint. If I were sensible, I would find someone who cannot cut out wood but can paint, and we could combine our talents. Shriek.