Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Thank Goodness for Cookies

It's been an interesting day. That's the term one uses when commenting on someone's work/cooking/attire while trying not to insult, even if it's really terrible. But I don't have to worry about ruffling any feathers so I should be honest and say it's been a terrible day!

It all started when Kieran's
hat was thrown overboard without my noticing while at the grocery store. We have many more hats (and more than enough mitts and scarves and gloves to suit an army) in the closet, however, this one was on loan from a friend and therefore I feel quite awful. I will have to call the store and hope it has been found...

Then I put my back out while lifting my little boy who is apparently not so little. And so it has been an afternoon spent trying to rest on the couch or floor. This is not so easy because Kieran has taken this fabulous opportunity to actually crawl. Proper-like, not just the backwards shuffling. And of course it's lovely and wonderful, but he is into EVERYTHING! It really would be more endearing if I could redirect him without hobbling or wincing. Lonny has promised to be home on time today (for his own livelihood I think) and I am very much looking forward to seeing him come through that front door. In the meantime, I am very much enjoying eating far too many chocolate chunk cookies in an attempt to console myself. And it is helping.

On a more positive, less pathetic note, I am working on another painting. I have sketched it out on watercolour paper and it's at that wonderful stage where the paper is still beautifully white and taunting me every time I look at it. I've also ordered some gorgeous cradled birch panels and I simply can't wait for those to arrive.

cradled birch panels from

I lay in bed for almost two hours last night dreaming about them. I realize that's a bit weird. I haven't painted in oils for a few years and I really miss it. I love watercolour, but yearn for something less delicate after a while. I think what I miss the most about oils is that lovely buttery thickness. Sometimes I think I could eat the paint. Don't worry, I won't. I will, however, have one more cookie.


  1. Poor Sarah! These pudgy little ones have some heft to them, don't they? Feel better soon!

    Also, I'm almost tempted to run out and buy oil paints at the thought of the tactile fun of it all. But then I realize that I would just make a series of breathtakingly repulsive splats and then spoil my brushes by forgetting to clean them properly. I will leave it to the professionals.