It feels a bit like Christmas Eve circa 1980 over here. That sort of childish, magical anticipation- not knowing exactly what to expect but knowing it will be wonderful. I'm taking a painting class for the first time in four years & it starts this week. Who needs the smell of warm gingerbread cookies when you can have the smell of a paint-filled art studio?
I'll be posting photos on Mondays of what I worked on in class, if you are curious.