Tuesday, June 15, 2010

One Paintbrush.

So Jeanne came to knock on our door to wake us up to go do some painting.

We took our time, had breakfast, I did a wash, and when we got down the hill where the tables were, we were told there was only one paintbrush.

So I left.

I went back to hang my clothes anywhere I could find. I used a chair, my tripod, hangers, drawers, anything that will hold stuff up, I opened windows to aerate the room. It is too windy to put things on tables outside, otherwise, I would have.