I've spent the last two weeks on the couch variously in and out of dopey codeine sleep and paroxysms of coughing. The problem is that you can't lie down, so 'propping' is the challenge. I'm not going to spend any more time on the details, suffice it to say I haven't had a head for blogging in some time. I can't talk either, no voice...only coughing.
Yesterday I had some sort of weird free associated (probably drug induced) memory of a friend who was collecting and decorating her cottage with vintage paint by numbers canvas'. I was feeling just well enough to try some small activity and remembered having seen a very inexpensive kit at Wal Mart some time ago. The Professor couldn't decide if I'd finally gone completely mad or just temporarily GaGa, but seeing it as a sign of slight recuperation, set out to find whatever it was that I wanted. To be honest, I think he is still atoning for bringing home blue jello.
Wal Mart really let me down, but just around the corner the $$$ store had a few rather cheesy kits. I'm now working on the one with the Tiger in the bushes, nothing as handsome as this one, but just to give you some intricate idea. Having painted in the past, I'm always amazed at the non-quality of the brushes one is given to perform the task at hand. The brush is rather like a too large worn out toothbrush, all frazzled and losing hair. But that's the challenge. I was going to go and find my better brushes but decided NO....THIS is the game.