Paint, the Bible, and a Nest

Growing up I was the coloring doodling, art competition type. If there was an art supply you could name, I owned it. I learned to deconstruct build, cut and paste. I took a class on throwing pottery, I joined the old women after church to learn to knit. If there was a way to create I HAD to learn it. I never was excellent at one thing but I was a jack of all trades.

I knew just enough to be dangerous.  Continue reading “Paint, the Bible, and a Nest”