No Paintbrushes For Me This Year
I don’t think I’ll be getting paint brushes from Santa this year.
Hubby came home from Christmas shopping this afternoon. He walked over to my painting area, stared, sighed, shook his head, and walked away with his shoulders slumped.
So of course I had to ask him what that was about. Here’s what his story brought to life in my mind:
It turns out my husband had the wonderful idea that I would enjoy new paint brushes. (Yes!). He even thought that they would even look pretty cool sticking up in different lengths out of the stocking that’s hung by our chimney with care. (Who says my hubby’s not artist?!?)
He happily went to Hobby Lobby. A man assured of success. A man pleased with his perceptive plan of pleasing his wife.
He jauntily strode up to the Hobby Lobby paint brush aisle. And spied a whole long ROW of paint brushes. My husband stopped in shock and tried to make sense of what he was seeing.
He saw an overwhelming array of angular brushes, bright brushes, flat brushes, fan brushes and more. His mind began to swirl in confusion. What WERE all these different shaped brushes? Why were there so many of them? Were they all different? And all of the sizes! What were they for? Which ones would his wife want?
And yet, after half an hour of confusion, salvation may yet be at hand. There! A pack of brushes! Yeah! This could work! There must be at least one brush that his wife would like in this pack.
But oh NO! Wait! This pack says the brushes are for watercolor. Wife doesn’t paint with watercolor, does she? Does she? What is it that she paints with? What’s this acrylic paint brush, fur paint brush, and sable paint brush?
“AAAAAaaaaagggggghhhhh!” screamed my husband in despair as he retreated from the art store.
I suppose asking a clerk for advice on paint brushes is as much taboo as asking for directions when lost.