Fridge-worthy

Remember I said I was going to a painting class? I was supposed to paint this:



in 5.5 hours?

How do you think I did?

First of all, let me tell you the story. I got there and I was the only person to not have her own caddy of brushes. The instructor said not to worry, that I could borrow hers. She was a wonderful teacher. She was a restaurant owner by day--a Greek diner, and she had the heavy accent to match. During the class she went around to everyone to see how they were doing and help them out as needed. I needed her a lot. I haven't painted since junior high school. But she was very kind to me and patient. She praised my work and when she saw me sitting there, not sure what to do next, she'd say, "Jill, honey, I will be there in a minute". So with her help and my willingness to try, I ended up taking home this:




I'm so proud of myself!