I had mixed the paint. I had drawn the slippers. Free hand. Just looking at a small piece of clip art.
I don’t draw.
I don’t paint.
I don’t mix shades.
I’m not an artist.
What I am doing is working on the stained glass that goes above the entry door to the school of the performing arts as part of the stage set for Fame. Opening night is in two weeks. It’s Hope’s last high school show. It’s our eight and last series of set nights. (It’s our thing.)
Hope and I will have our part done.
Even though we don’t do this.
Even though I’m not an artist.
As I laid on the floor painting ballet slippers, I wondered what else I don’t do that I could for love.
I’m curious. What are your ballet slippers?