So last night I got to enjoy my first painting class. There was just small group of us, but we had a good time. I really liked the way my painting turned out. The hubby said, "You painted that?" when I walked in. I was proud to say, "Yes." I did point out that the teacher did my "pits" as we were calling them last night and the shadowing behind the left side/right shoulder.
So what do you all think? I believe I will hang this one up in the house.
It's funny how you have so much to say, but so little time to say it.
So much to say, but so little can be said.
Why do people delete you as a friend on facebook?
When you think you are supposed to talk to someone, but you know it will be difficult what do you do?
When talking about your own life, testimony, is there a line that crosses into gossip because it involves others?
Why can you be so loved, but yet feel so alone?
How do you get out of your introverted box after being hurt?
Is caution good or is it just fear?
So much to think, so little answers.
