I can’t believe we actually had to have this discussion. I had to explain to my husband that he really couldn’t eat the last perfectly ripe pear sitting out on the kitchen counter because it is exactly the colour I want it to be to paint it. And …no, buying me a new one tomorrow will not be the same. I guess it will have to join the Christmas chocolates and the cookies my daughter made for us for Christmas in the bedroom/studio! Have to keep my eye on these things (I’m not just being greedy my husband is a diabetic who thinks Christmas goodies don’t count!) My New Year’s Resolution is to not nag him (so much*) about what he eats and what time he goes to bed!
My sister Marie gave me the line. Apparently my other sister Monica (who is a wonderful painter) has frequently warned her not to eat the pears when they have been visiting together.
I like to go to bed at a reasonable hour usually, so I’ll say goodnight!