I saw this thing on pinterest today and it made me realize how much I love paint on my hands. I love to paint. I’m not really good at it, I just enjoy doing it. Somehow, no matter what, when I paint I get it all over me. It is unintentional but I do intentionally leave it, by that I mean I don’t go out of my way to get it off. There is something about having the splotches of color that cheers me up, knowing I created something (it kinda makes me feel cool, too). It may have something to do with how much I love tattoos as well. Who knows. The kids will be with my mom this weekend so I’m gonna get some paint on my hands for sure.
Also! My lovely husband got me a Bukowski book! I am going to start reading that the weekend as well.
Love. Love. Love.
This was the picture I saw and under it said “an artists manicure.”