original 5×5, watercolor and ink on 90lb watercolor paper
I’m a recovering klutz.
Growing up, I seemed to spill everything. all the time. I also had an uncanny knack for whacking the shit out of my elbows on doorframes, you know, just walking around the house. I’m going to go ahead and blame that on what must be exceptionally narrow door frames in my childhood home in Texas, since I haven’t done it my apartment here in SF.
But the spilling….yeah, that still happens. I used to get really upset when I spilled things, like it was proof of something wrong with me. ( I think I was really hard on myself growing up). Now, I don’t care. Which is much better. At least for my psyche….not for the carpet (which, now that I’m thinking about it, has a new largish coffee stain, courtesy of yours truly from last weekend.)
At least steve has become an absolute pro at spill alleviation and stain removal. Add that to the old resume.
