Christmas

My Favourite Dotter offered to perform a service or do an unpleasant task for us for Christmas. A few years ago she painted our downstairs bathroom in pale grey and stencilled pretty little gold and silver squares that tumble down the walls, diminishing in size as they fall. I love it. And it's something I didn't want to do myself, so I'm especially grateful.

This year she again offered her services but we don't have anything that needs painting. But I do have a large empty space above the bed in the main spare room that needs a picture. The room is very Zen-like and tranquil, with a pale celadon quilt and soft green walls and carpet. It needs just the picture to complete it. I saw one in New York in July, but it was only about 15" long and I need something 6'6". And Favourite Dotter is going to do one for us for Christmas!

She is an extremely gifted artist.

Twelve years ago she did a rose and rosebud in pointilism using only black ink. It was a gift for her grandfather and it's exquisite. I kept a photocopy which I had professionally matted and framed and it still hangs on our wall. I love it.

Last night she emailed me a sketch of seven horses galloping, manes and tails flying. Some are only defined by a few lines and yet they leap off the page. She's going to do them in charcoal and ink, and I can't wait for Christmas.

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Anonymous said…
Oooh, lucky you!

FD

:)
8:45 AM
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