I grew up being told that I was artistically impaired. Child that I was, I plugged away, drawing little unicorns with squared-off legs in all of my textbooks until later, when I began to believe them. Many years later, a really bad boyfriend gave me a really good Christmas present-a community art class. Suddenly, my eyes were opened to a whole new world of possibility, where nervous princesses kiss intrepid frogs and a beehive hairdo has a whole new meaning. I like to think I'm welcome in that world. You're welcome there, too. So come in, get comfy, and stay a spell.
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