The time has come when I must have an easel.  It’s just not working for me to paint on the table anymore.  I almost bought one down the street because it seemed so urgent, but I decided to do some comparison shopping and found the same one for $50 less online.  It’s funny though.  It was made in India.  Then shipped to the US.  Then shipped to me in Morocco for free.  Something doesn’t seem right about that.

The assembly instructions were hilarious, to say the least.  I’m not just bragging when I say that I am good at putting things together because I am really good at putting things together.  And I should be because I love it.  But after I put my easel together, I had 3 springs, 1 metal plate and a mysterious cap left over, none of which were mentioned in the directions.  Matt and I looked up and down and couldn’t find a place for them.  I finally got rid of 2 of the springs, but I wasn’t convinced they were in the right place. But Google knew.  Google knew just where that last spring and plate and cap were supposed to go.  Never would have guessed.

Now here she is in my “studio.”  She is yet to be used because I’m scared to get paint on her.  Yes, I know how ridiculous that sounds.  But doesn’t she look great?  She will be dirty soon enough.