|Title: "They Call Me Mr. Hosta"|
This lovely, happy hosta will be up in my Etsy shop by tomorrow, so if anyone falls in love with it, just go there and purchase! He'd love a happy home where he would be as well loved as he is here. (actually, when my mom saw it she seriously started holding it up over currently filled frames. I'm like... "I know you love him, but you can't keep all my pieces!" She already has all her walls full!) It certainly is flattering, though, that she loved my work so much. Gotta love moms. :o)
Thank you, Ellen, it's just perfect!
I'll be back soon with more art. I'm half way through a macro flower and intend on finishing it tomorrow. I'm on a roll, people! Everybody stay away from black cats and no walking under ladders tomorrow. Friday the 13th is always a little spooky, although I understand my Grandfather considered them his lucky days. Hmmm, "Grampa?? If you can hear me from up there, I could seriously use a lucky Friday the 13th. How about a lucky lottery ticket? I'll buy a SuperMax and you can do your magic. Does it work like that up there? If not, I love you anyway, just send me hugs instead. That'd be good. Lots of hugs. :o)
Well, I don't have any cookies to entice you back. I could whip up some seriously good gluten free corn bread though. Would that work? Yes? Cool. I'll yell when it's ready. Until then, how about a cup of hazelnut coffee? It's my new obsession. Yes. Yummy. Seriously. Gotta have it! I know how to share, though, my mom raised me right. One lump or two? ;o)
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