Instead, she got a birthday surprise: a Paint Party, hosted by her daughter.
(That's the birthday girl in the black sweater.)
She was really, really surprised. (I love that when that happens.)
The great thing about a paint party is that you don't have to have actual talent to paint. I know this because I've attended two of these soirees now, and I can assure you, I can't paint.
But, that's not the paint (a little art humor there).
You just take a few of these:
and some of this:
and maybe, just maybe, some of this:
Add mirth for good measure, and you have you a paint party.
You can start with an idea or
This is Sue. She alleges she has never painted before.
Her pants are definitely on fire because look how her painting turned out. (I sat next to her the whole time. No smoke, mirrors or copy machines were used in the making of her landscape.)
My masterwork is on just over her right shoulder. Drawing will never be my calling, but I can daub blue and yellow onto a grid with the best of them. Mostly.
And happy birthday from all of us.