So my art-teacher friend Lacy got me a painting class for Christmas. It’s sort of like paint-by-numbers without the outline already on the canvas; everyone in the class does the same painting by following the instructor. Great art? Absolutely not. Fun and addicting? Absolutely. I’m already signed up for another class this Friday.
Lacy and Holly came along for the evening, making me the least qualified of the three musketeers to attempt any artistic endeavor.Me: I like your trees. Holly: Thanks. I have an art degree. Pause. Holly: I like your trees. Me: Thanks. I don’t have an art degree.
Equal opportunity kitsch.