All I’d planned on doing yesterday morning was tidying up the studio. It was only 11 degrees, but the sun was out! After days of gloom and snow, nose-to-the-grindstone painting and housework, I was restless! Had to GO! I jumped into the truck and dashed up to Charlevoix. I needed some new flowers to paint.
The radio was on. What’s that? Another storm tomorrow? Ugh! What to do? I needed groceries but my list was at home. And I looked like a bum in my paint-spattered, plein air coat. Ah well — it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve looked like a bum. I drove up to Petoskey. Wonderful day for a drive. Grand Traverse Bay was completely frozen over far as you could see. Ice pyramids lined the shoreline. Buying roses would be the last thing on my list.
I’m a loyal customer of Petals, a tiny flower shop in Charlevoix. The first time I ever walked in, I spied an antique accordion resting above the cooler. So perfect to use in a painting! I hesitated — would they loan it to me, a complete stranger? Well, of course they would! Their roses are spectacular and lush. They last a good week. Grocery store roses are sad and half-dead. They poop out in two or three days.
I only got to work on this for about an hour and a half before Picasso, my art supervisor cat, indicated it was time to close up and dish out the grub. Stay tuned!
Margie Guyot Art 