Getting a tattoo is on my bucket list since years. I am always playing around with the idea and I admire beautiful tattoos on other people. Still I haven’t done it. I have a weird relationship with needles. I sew with them and use them in my workshop all the time, but don’t you dare poking me.
One of my friends had the marvelous idea to take painting classes. She didn’t want to go alone and asked a few of us to join her. Yes, I could see myself wearing a straw hat, sitting in a beautiful landscape in front of my easel, our dogs laying beside me -mixing colors on a palette. What a beautiful scene! Wouldn’t it be great, if one of my masterpieces would hang in someones living room, long after I am gone?