When I was a kid my mom worked for herself and during the summer we would take turns going to work with her. She was an artist, sign painter, window painter, muralist, pretty much if it could be painted she painted it. For many years I watched her paint sitting on the sidewalk handing her paintbrushes and paints when she asked for them. One summer when I was eight she handed me a brush and let me fill in the lines, and by the time I was 12 I got to paint my first window on my own. I drew the design on the window and painted the window with colorful tempera paints, it was from that moment I knew I was meant to be an artist. Namaste Mama ~ Stacee, Mommy, www.evolutiondiapers.com |









