We had a blast here. I wished I could take one of Holly’s classes and release my inner artist, but I’m not sure I have an inner artist. I guess you don’t know until you look, right? Paint scares me a little. Unlike fabric, which begs me to buy it and cut it up and sew it back together again.
My inner artist likes cotton.
NEXT STOP: FOOD AND MUSIC (the night’s not over)!