April 17,  2002

        i found a Loomis and Toles lurking really closely to where i work.  i don't think this is necessarily a good thing.  Not only did i find the store, i found a lot of things i wanted from said store.  More white paint, more paper, another frame for the as yet non existent art.  Himself is going to shoot me! i have done a third "painting" though - a side profile of a female face that seems to be well liked by the ever indulgent family.  Even the prodigal son said he'd hang it on his walls *hint hint*.  Not a chance kid ... i'm clinging selfishly to every piece of remote creativity comes from the paint brush.

      Weird thing though - when i showed this piece to Himself, He thought i'd done it in pastels, not oils.  So far it seems i have a light touch with the paint, yet it's 5 days later and still wet.  i think i have a lot to learn.

      Himself has purchased a set of manacles.  At least i think that's what they are called.  Metal hinged wrist things with rings on the side, to attach subbies to walls it seems.  Or whatever.  All i know is i find them very intriguing.  Except for the pinch of the skin when he was practicing with them last night!  i don't think i'm supposed to be attached to the hinge.  Heh!

      But i'm not just excited about them for what they are - but even more for what they represent. And that is that my fears that He was getting bored with me, and with the outward manifestations of how we live (ie play parties) was waning.  Seems He's definitely still interested and if these manacles are any indication - we are about to get a whole lot busier.

      Maybe i should turn the basement into a dungeon after all!

                

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