On a spontaneous whim, I drove nine hours today - nine - to see my favorite boyfriend. And. I. Am. (as the title says) So. Freaking. Pooped.
This is the drawing that was nearly completed this weekend and, as one reader put it, I'm enamored with swirls. Just call me swirly girl. Can you tell what it says? Hint: it doesn't say swirly girl.
Feeling a bit giddy, ditzy, and very much in need of a rather large glass of wine as I wait for my favorite boyfriend to return from the office.
This is a week to play, paint, read, relax.
Hope I don't have to cook.