Finding my inner creative child

A few weeks ago I walked out of our local art supplies shop with a set of acrylic paints and a new blending brush. I’m not a painter, and I spent way too long staring at the rainbow of paint choices, wondering what I should choose. Eventually I picked out a set of colors and brought them home to my newfound painting studio–and by ‘painting studio’ I mean a spare corner of floor space on my porch. 

I had no idea what I was doing as I spread out an old sheet across the floor, lit some candles i...