Feeling a bit dry this morning, so I treated myself to two ice-cold Tazo green teas. One for here, and one to carry along.
It’s nearly weekend time, and I’m thinking of doing something crafty. About eight years ago I went on a pottery painting bender. My daughter proudly displays all the lavender and green horrors pieces I made her.
I can draw pretty well with a pen or pencil, but brushes are a different story. A four year old with fingerpaints could best me, but it doesn’t stop me from trying at least once or twice a decade.
Starbucks is more than a bit noisy this morning. There’s a couple of marketing majors to my right working on a project. You can always tell the marketing majors. They sound like radio announcers, and use far too much whitening toothpaste.
There’s lots of moms with mini-me’s this morning. Reminds me of when Josie and I use to wear matching yellow high tops. Fun times.
She’s going to be 29 – yes 29 – come April. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled with to receive some new hand-painted pottery.
Note to Myself: Buy gift certificates to attach to hand-painted pottery!
Think I’ll head down the street to the nail salon, and treat myself to a ten dollar shoulder massage.
Til later lovelies.
