Sunday Funday. In the not so far off past, I would dread The work week so badly that I wouldn’t even enjoy my Sundays. All of Sunday from the minute in wake up to the minutes I’d toss and turn trying to get in a decent night’s sleep before the alarm rang, I would be dreading what was the inevitable. Why? Honestly, ritual. Bad habits. Obsessive, negative thinking. Guess what? The weekend seems longer when you actually don’t dread or think about the day job. Monday will still be Monday whether you spend the day before actually savoring the Sunday, or wasting away the hours of thinking about Monday. Hope you all aren’t this bad, but for those of you who are, it’s definitely something I urge you to consider.
I bought some wood panels that I had custom made from a local wood craftsman. He drilled holes in the back for easy hanging as well. I haven’t painted in oils in YEARS. My oil paints were mostly stuck together at the lid and took all of my strength to pry apart, but this was the result of yesterday’s painting session, not finished yet, but a happy work in progress!