The peacock on top of the bookshelf is my very first masterpiece.Watch out Picasso.
Well…
Not exactly.
I’m still proud and giving myself a pat on the back though.
Here’s how it all began.
In elementary school I dressed up as an artist, a la Georgia O’Keefe style, for a Halloween party at church. I wore a long sleeved striped shirt that was a little too big for me, black pants, and some sort of hat. In my mind I pulled off the artist look flawlessly. Later that night I became the queen of bobbing for apples as well. We used tongs instead of submersing our heads into a bucket of ice cold water.
Scored. Every. Time.
