Leave it to me to make a humorous, self-deprecating spectacle of myself in a public setting. Again.
So there I am all dressed up in my bright neon pink nails, happily performing a demo during the Instructor Open House last Friday night.
This is what happens when you don’t clean the tips of your paint tubes:
And when they dry, unless you pick out the newly hardened layer of paint that has now formed on the tip of your paint tube, there is no way you are ever going to squeeze the paint out.
Imagine me, behind the demo table, reefing hard on a tube of Bright Aqua Green paint so that I can get some paint out. I got my wish.
Suddenly a large spray of paint flew from the bottle and headed in the general direction of the unsuspecting crowd. It all happened so fast that no one had time to move out of the way. The unlucky recipient of my blunder got a spray of bright green aqua paint all over her leg and crotch.
The crowd gasped in horror.
In a flash, I picked up my spray bottle of water and a wad of paper towel: “I’ll get it!” I said as the crowd, eyes wide and holding their breath, moved out of the way so that I could come to the rescue.
With my trusty tools in hand, I dropped to my knees and began spraying and scrubbing.
Thank goodness for the unlucky recipient’s generous nature. She shrugged her shoulders and raised one leg up on my table so that I could do the job well done.
The entire time this was happening the thought going through my mind was: “I have to get all of this paint out. I don’t want to pay for $200 jeans!”
Finally, I worked myself up to the crotch area, and without hesitation, I aimed my spray bottle in that general direction. Why stop now?
“I think I’ll keep that one as a memento.” Said the unlucky recipient as she put her hands over her crotch and backed away.
“Are you sure?!” I said desperately. “I can get it out!”
“No, no. That’s OK. And by the way, they’re not $200 jeans.”
And just like that, I made friends, not enemies, for life.
This blog was created to share my belief that the art-making process is a catalyst for transformation and
I am living proof.