As I’ve been moaning about… I’m currently in agony… and the other half had the nerve to ask if I’d do him a card!
Really – you want me to log out all my paint and various other stuff, lay on the floor (I only craft/paint on the floor) and do you a card? Sure – why not stub out a few cigarettes on me while you’re at it. *sigh*
Anywy, turned out it was for a giveaway, so I gave in knowing how much he loves to play slots (and you could win credits for Jackpotjoy)… but no way was I gonna drag out my proper paint.
Instead I got my watercolour paint. I hate watercolour. Hate it with a passion. I hate not having control, and watercolour is as far from controlled as you can get it. I know how to use it, I’ve been trained in the techniques, and still I hate it.
So… the result was me sitting on the sofa, dog on the lap, and a wee watercolour pad on top of the dog. It was a quick card, no build up of colours. And I kind of secretly enjoyed it. I was as comfy as I can currently get, propped up in a corset, and filled up on painkillers, and it was a mindless little thing to do… but it was something I could do. And that made me well chuffed. So what if it’s just a naff card – I did for a few minutes have a purpose… as I can barely get up and down the stairs at the moment I was over the moon actually having accomplished something… even if it was something as trivial as a monkey card. 🙂