Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum! Not that your girl has ever drunk rum, but she 's feeling good, good, good! Searching through her monumental belongings in her draw, study, salon (what ever you want to call it) she found some of her long-lost Grumbacher oil colors and decided to get them ready for her to give herself a try. She'll have to build up her other brushes and get a nice cupboard before she can go on display, but it's a start, and Mrs. Fischer, her beloved teacher, would be proud of her.....hopefully.
Now, when Fio was younger (pre covid), we artist types gathered in clumps under nice trees to show off our wares, but sadly, those days are gone, which means your girl has no way to advertise. Hmm....gotta figure how to get around that. Must add that Fiorella got the shots and was never sick....as far as she knows.
George, the black-and-mostly white cat in residence, is a joy, especially when he sneaks up on your girl's bed and licks her nose. Fio girl has read that means that George considers Fiorella to be one of her family. (And yes, G is an inside cat).
Bad news: Fiorella has broken half of one of her pares of glasses, but not the one she really sees with, thank God!!
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