Our prompt of “red-handed” today was challenging, since I only sketch paws not hands. I ended up with this chubby, red-haired tabby cat who was likely caught doing something a bit naughty. No doubt, this is how Philippe felt about me today when I accompanied him to Whole Foods and we came home with all sorts of treats that were not on the list. “Why did you just put a $5 carton of goat milk in the basket?” Philippe asked. “I used to have it all the time as a kid and I want to see if I still like the taste!” was my defiant reply. This was a weak argument, to be sure, for spending money on milk that you may or may not even still enjoy. But, he just shrugged and we continued through the store. More impulse purchases followed until he finally pushed me to the front of the store toward the cash register. It wasn’t really all that much when the cashier announced the total. In truth, I felt rather vindicated as the total was just a bit less than our usual grocery trip. Until Philippe reminded me that we still had to do our actual grocery shopping at Trader Joe’s tomorrow and we’d only come this store so he could pick up a couple of poblano peppers for dinner tonight.
My inability to control my impulses is why I’m sometimes not allowed to go on these shopping trips. Philippe will announce he needs to get something extra for dinner and I ask if he’d like me to go with him. The look on his face changes to one tinged with fear and so I stay home and sketch instead. Perhaps it’s my inability to cook that makes me focus on everything else in the store instead of ingredients. I’ve no idea what to do with those. But give me a chocolate bar and I know exactly how to deal with it properly. Next to Trader Joe’s there’s a Target and we normally take a stroll through it first. Lately, the suggestion has been made that we just skip that in the interest of time. More likely it’s that I’m often caught red-handed when we show up to the register and little Lego set or something equally childish has mysteriously appeared in the basket. “Now how did that get in there?” I always say as if our child had put it there. Since we don’t have children, the culprit is rather obvious. More than once, actually, like one might with a child, I’ve been told to “put it back!”
It’s nice to have someone who protects you from yourself. Someone who gives you just enough rope to have fun, but never enough to hang yourself. I’m truly just a big kid, and I also have to adore and appreciate that I’ve found someone who loves me just as I am, knowing it’s still uncertain, yet highly unlikely, that I’ll ever actually grow up. Don’t get me wrong, I can be organized when I need to be, but most of the time I’m bouncing around from one thing to the next. What I DO know is that I enjoy every little minute of life along the way. I’m living it as my true self and that, to me, is the best way to live. I don’t approach things in the usual fashion and all of my projects are a touch unique in the process. This isn’t so much intentional to be extra creative or cool as something born out of my own personality and style. Even when I think I’m doing something the “right” way or a proven to be successful way, I end up veering off in a different direction. And thank you, dear reader, for jumping in along with me on this journey and all of the twists and turns along the way. Glad you’ve joined me for this crazy adventure, as I know I can often be a little rascal.
About the Doodlewash
Da Vinci Paint Co.: Yellow Ochre, Quinacridone Red, and Cobalt Blue. Lamy Al-Star Safari Fountain Pen with sepia ink in an A5 Hahnemühle Watercolour Book. Want to purchase a print of this doodlewash? Send me a note with a link to this post, and I’ll add it to my shop!
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