That same night Reese went over to Mike's to jam. In Mike and Debra's living room was a large relatively unused art easel gathering dust. When Reese saw it, (the story went something like this,) he asked, "What's with the easel? Do you want to sell it?" To which Mike and Debra replied, "Sure, we want to sell it." So Reese asked, "How much do you want for it?" Yadda yadda yadda. And the next thing I know is Reese is walking through our front door with this giant amazingly sturdy easel....for me! They gave it to me! Free!
The next morning Helen dropped in to say that she and her family were evacuating in anticipation of Hurricane Ike. While she was here, I asked her if she would like to see my new easel. She looked at me like I was a crazy woman, and slightly hollered, "A WEASEL??!! When did you guys get a weasel?" Through giggles, and enunciating very carefully, I said, "Not a weasel, I said A NEW EASEL."
Finally, yesterday was the first chance that I got to use my new weasel...er, easel. It's awesome! It's sturdy, easy to adjust, beautiful, oh, and did I mention that it was free? The little unfinished painting on the easel is an image from our summer trip to Guadalajara, Mexico. More paintings to come!
(Life has been a little out of sorts since the hurricane hit. Thankfully our power was restored at 7pm on Sunday night.)
4 comments:
Awesome weasel....er, easel! I know how expensive they can be, my youngest step daughter asked for one as her graduation present last year. Not only are they pricey, there are a bazillion choices. We were lucky and picked one that she loved.
That's great, and what a nice weasel! And good karma all around :-)
This is wonderful, it looks like a great easel. Your weasel story is funny! And I like the painting on the easel too.
Joan
It's hard not to refer to the easel as my weasel because of sweet Helen's reaction. I've had to explain myself several times. Lots of raised eyebrows -- too funny.
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