Jammin' was Tough

I've neglected my watercolors. I should be painting
every day - but I'm lucky to get set up once a week.
It is time to pitch all my brushes and get new ones.
There is a point at which they no longer hold the "juice" (as I call it) and the smooth texture is unattainable.

My "To Do" list includes doing a painting that is
reasonably well done of each of my beautiful grandchildren.

Jammin' is f.i.n.a.l.l.y complete and "At the Framers!"

There is a framing shop in town that employs a wonderfully gifted sculpting artist who does the framing. She shares my taste in frame choices. I could hand per a painting and say "Frame it" and trust her to choose the perfect fit. However, I don't put her under that much pressure. I pick it.

Yesterday, while chatting with her, I confessed that there were at least six Jammin' s at home. Some half done, a few complete. Something wrong with each.

She laughed.

"You know Pamela," she smiled so soothingly, "there is an artist we work with who paints commissioned watercolor portraits. She told me that she is on her eighth attempt of the same picture."

I feel much better now.