I went for a painting class last weekend – amidst the pouring rain. Armed with a glass of bubbly, creative juices started flowing.
I’m not sure why, but I think I paint better in quiet solitude, without speaking to anyone and without a thought in my head.
Gives a whole new spin to the phrase – “It’s the thought that counts”.
And it must be kismet, my favorite fashion blog just wrote about paint-splattered dresses.