Today my guys did something real awesome for me. I had wanted an easel for Christmas. They got me one but it wasn't what I wanted or needed. So we took it back and I just told the guys I'd wait. Now that I'm back in the swing of things with my art classes, I find myself needing that easel. I thought about borrowing one of M's table top easels. Then I thought, "Hey - why are you putting this off? Just do it."
So this morning I asked Hubby if he'd like to take a road trip down to Atlanta. He said it sounded good to him and we all piled in the Explorer. After getting a biscuit and a cappucino for breakfast, and feeding the car to a hefty costing fill up on the gas, we headed for Binders. We got there okay - the direction from Mapquest were good. And low and behold we found this awesome store of art goodies. Now I can tell you right away that this is a place that I don't need to go to often. It falls into the category of other stores I don't need to be found in - such as bookstore, fabric store, and yarn store. These go into the category of "Thou shalt not tempt..." stores.
I tell Hubby my mission for today. Fine by him. I show him the one I want. Let me tell you that I am really very good about choosing good but not too costly goods. He was fine with my choice. And then he told me to pick out the drawing table and chair that I want as well. How wonderful. But I know this is a big dent in our budget and I ask them both if they think my art is such that we should keep pouring money into it - without a doubt they both say in unison. How affirming! So that is how I came home toay with an easel and a drawing table (complete with pencil holder, chair, and lamp. (not to mention some erasers and other little goodies)
Since I don't have the room ready for them yet, the easel will grace the dining room and the drawing table is set up in the upstairs living room. Fine by me - I can work but be with people at the same time. Pics to follow - remember - charging the batteries.
Oh - and why this means so much to me - as much as I loved my parents - they never really got my art heart. Mom was always concerned with the cost of the things I said I needed (trust me I only asked for supplies I needed for school) and my father always wanted to know what I was going to do with my art. Translate that to mean - How are you going to support yourself doing art? Now - thirty plus years later I have two guys who just want me to do my art because I want to - because they think I'm good at it. Tickles my heart.
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