Wandering Wonders…

So yesterday I went into an art shop in a

town near us. I wandered around with the

oldest of our short ones, who is so very tall

now. About two months ago I ordered a No2

paint brush on line. So very fine, it hardly holds

paint. Any ways I’ve been enduring it. But

yesterday, while shopping, by some stroke of recall,

I remembered I was not happy with it. So here

I was able to hold the brush in my hand. It too was a No2.

I must say not all No2’s are the same. So quite pleased with myself

I went to the cash register to pay. I suggested the store had not

been their long. Oh no, just 13 years. Yikes. I asked her if the

brush was suitable for water colors. Oh, yes-it’s made of squirrel hair.