I’m ready for spring, at least in doors.
Diagnosis: painter’s hand syndrome.
In about a week I will have washed my hands enough and slathered them with enough hand lotion to finally coax all of the paint out of all of the crevices. The thumb always looks the worst the longest.
Part of the glamorous cardboard area rug currently taking up most of the living room floor. This is what happens when the living room doubles as an office and a studio: things take up space. Or the floor is covered with a giant piece of cardboard as I pretend to care deeply about not getting paint on it… er, more paint on it.
And yes, someone may recognize that as the pieces they requested. Don’t worry, they dry completely flat.