'kayso, along with the butter tarts and lemon squares and muffins, Bill and I display some of our artwork in the store. It's a long winter and being creative keeps us sane-ish.
Anyhoo, we used to have a big chalk board on which one of us would draw something to welcome you to our little corner of the highlands. Well, we painted that over when we gave the store a facelift and - well -shucks. It turns out we didn't think that through. However, we do have a large plexiglass window on the front counter on which, every couple of years since, Bill has drawn a beautiful scene.
Where am I going with all this, you might ask. Buckle up baby.
It's been a couple of years since Bill's last masterpiece and we decided we wanted something fresh for you as you come through the door and ,gosh-oh-golly, I volunteered. I mean, how hard could it be? I spent many hours as a child sprawled out on the floor with my colouring books and crayons. I love colour and I love to draw.
Now here's the thing. As I made my less-than-graceful decent I became acutely aware that I am not a child anymore. I am not limber nor flexible. I have a stand and roll dough kind of body, a stir the pot, put things in the oven, making baking kind of body - if you will. What I no longer have is a sit on the floor for nearly seven hours over two days and draw kind of body.
And I now know why Bill was so quick to say "go for it".
The struggle is real, my friends. Hey, I can get down with my bad self as good as the next guy. It's the getting back up that's a problem. (That was not graceful either which is why there is no process video.) Enough said.
I sure hope you enjoy the piece of art I created. In spite of my nannering, it was lots of fun and one of the largest pieces of art I have created.
It is for you, my friends, from Bill and I. Just a small way to say thank you for visiting. I've added a small teaser.
Also, a little FYI, if ever you find one of us on the floor, you know, for whatever reason; it's not intentional so please... help.
Have a great day❣️
