Rather, an old one, revisited, which is more an art than a craft, being paintings on canvas.
At any rate, my long-missing painting muse (I have not seen it since September of 2004) has returned, and I have a couple of freshly-primed canvases sitting in my den, waiting for more exciting paint. I have Ideas. Hopefully there will be documentation soon, too.
Did no knitting last night, although I’d intended to. Instead, I cleaned up some in anticipation of a house guest, ate dinner, and then watched Namastey London again (which although sappy and dumb, never fails to make me weepy) while priming said canvases. They were paintings I did in college that I really really hate now, so it saved me from both ugly wallcoverings and spending money on more canvases, which ultimately saves me some space (canvases really do take up a lot of it, except when you hang them up). Gross fact: weevils do not change the flavor of lentils, especially if you are not picky, go to the trouble of picking them all out, and are both ravenously hungry and lazy. Which I was. And now you know a whole lot more about me and my proclivities than you ever wanted to know.
I’ll leave you to think on that for a bit.