My favorite dancing partner just died.
However, before you get too sad, I guess I should tell you that my favorite dancing partner is a paint brush!
Many of you know that I was dubbed 'Dances with a Brush' by a wonderful friend, Louise, who is now roaming the Universe in spirit form.
Back when I first started on my artistic adventure, I did a lot....A LOT...of paintings on things like tiles and clay pots and old wooden cabinet doors. My husband used to say that if it didn't move in 5 minutes, I'd paint it. And he was pretty much right. Nothing was safe from me and my bestest brush!
That brush has been used and abused. I've left it sitting in water for too long. I've used it to apply lots of things, besides paint, that I probably shouldn't have.
This morning, after probably a good 15 years of faithful service, he gave up the ghost. And, truly, I am feeling a bit weepy.
OK...I admit it. There's actual tears.
There's no way I can just toss him in the trash. I'm even thinking of putting him in a shadow box frame and keeping him with me always, as I continue along without his help.
I will miss his smooth moves, his grace, his confidence and his maneuverability.
R.I.P., dear Brush!
I am grateful for all the lovely dances we shared.
