Preparing myself for the evening that lies ahead of me, I packed a change of clothes this morning that included an old shirt filled with holes, jeans worn thin by love and time, and a pair of flats much more comfortable than the heels I'm currently rushing about in. I'll be changing into this attire and meeting the women I work with for a few hours of painting. Unfortunately it isn't quite as creative as it sounds. The place is called Sips and Strokes, and while its name may conjure up a few risque thoughts, it is simply a school of sorts, where you can learn to paint something while having a glass or two of any beverage of your choice (that you provide, of course). I'm assuming the main draw is for people to go, have some fun with friends, and actually produce a painting half-worthy of hanging on your wall. For me, the catch lies in the fact that everyone must use the same colors and materials to paint whatever the teacher has in mind that day. It has the same effect as being locked in a room and fed stale white bread while having a view of a sumptuous buffet.
I'll be following up on this tomorrow for the aftermath, but for now I can say that my painting will not look like a copy of all the others. Surely they can't throw me out if I want my flowers to have a little more life in them, perhaps by using colors other than the red scheme that appears in every house outfitted by Kirkland's. This may just be my opportunity to confirm to the office gals that I'm really not "One of the Girls" - something I have a feeling they've thought for quite sometime now anyway. Its going to be a freeing experience after all. Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak!
3 comments:
Mandi! I didn't know you had a blog! Yay! :) Thanks for your comment, it's lovely to hear from you!... and not to be creepy, but I'll be following you now :) hope you and the hubs are doing great!
Take a picture and post what you paint! I'd like to see it. :D
~M
Juliette, I've had one for a while now. And don't worry - I follow you as well!
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