Just came home from our September canvas class at the Yard. It's great, school-themed, nonetheless, very vintage.
Had a busy day at work, it seemed like there was something scheduled every minute of the day. I do my own schedule, though, have no one to blame but myself. too bad, that.
I found a new library in the deep south and found some new art books in that library in the deep south. (can you hear me reciting "The house that Jack built"?
So, a short post tonight, as I want to read my new books.
And put my feet up.
And my jammies on.
And do nothing of any consequence.
So I shall.