Kind of magic, actually. I’d bought a bunch of yellow roses that refused to open, despite cutting them a number of times and giving fresh, warm water several times a day. I’d begun painting them, hoping they’d eventually unfurl. Here’s how things looked at the end of the first day:
These poor things were on a rapid death-spiral. How could you paint from these?
Even the cat had no respect!
So I went out and bought some new roses. They were fabulous! The “showgirls” of roses!
But the “busy” background bothered me. Still, I liked the lavender color….