Up The Farway Tree

I have been constructive this week and have finished the canvas for mum. As the canvas was fairly big (almost 1 metre wide), I had to mostly stand to paint. I like to sit when painting..it tends to tame me a little, and means more paint on the canvas and less on the wall, floor, my clothes and Seb. Fully realising the dangers of standing when painting, I was suitably attired and had donned my little blue lab coat. I have no idea where this originally came from; I only know my dad gave me it years ago so its original use was probably related to lying under cars or something of that ilk. It goes down past my knees (best to cover as much clothing as possible) and I look pretty ridiculous. I was absolutely convinced the post man was going to come (or the window cleaner) whilst I was dressed in this highly fashionable wee number. The post man did not come...the post man thought it more amusing to wait until 7.40am this morning when I was all tucked up in bed, sound asleep. He is such a thoughtful man.

I have added a photo of the canvas. The little people look a bit like my mum and dad (although apparently dad said "who are they meant to be?" Clearly this has nothing to do with my artistic skills and everything to do with the fact he has no idea what the back of his head looks like).