Many many many days (weeks?) ago, my Sabrina bought a pair of plain white canvas zip shoes that she begged me to paint for her.
"What do you want painted on them?" I inquired.
"Oh, I don't care – just paint something!" she replied.
They sat on top of the dryer for ages, and every so often she'd say, "Mom, I thought you were going to paint my shoes? Pretty soon I won't be able to wear them…"
Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Sweet-face guilt trip.
So today I picked them up and decided to paint them. I hauled all of the acrylic paints up from the dungeon basement and found that most of them had dried. I also found that I hadn't properly cleaned my brushes the last time I used them, which rendered them useless. So off I went to Hobby Lobby and purchased new brushes and new acrylics. Then I grabbed my Sharpie and got to work…
Who knew Olga would show up? And what is she drinking??
I really hope Sabrina didn't have something else in mind, like just a solid color. Cuz then I think I'd join Olga in her imbibition.