Paint a Flower!

So, just yesterday, my friend Marcia and I went down to the coolest, hippest place in Vermillion--the Coffee Shop Gallery. We both had a long week of grading student essays and we decided to go downtown for a little relaxation. OK, our real intention was to go to the Main Street Pub and drink a pitcher of Miller Lite, but we thought we'd be all English-y and hang out at the coffee shop for awhile. Too bad neither of us wear berets or chain-smoke or can hold an itelligent conversation about anything besides kitties or rainbows--then we'd be super cool and English-y. Sigh, we're just not edgy enough, I guess.

Anywho, after reading the wedding section in the Sunday NY Times (where we cooed over a gay couple who are both richer than God) and waiting three thousand years for Yahoo! games to load on my mac laptop (I know, productive), we stepped out into the late afternoon sun. Then we saw the sidewalk-chalked letters: Paint A Flower! with big blocky arrows pointing the way. We followed the arrows, turned the corner, and saw the owner of the shop propped up on a ladder, painting flowers. She told us to come on over and paint one, too! It was fabulous. I love this town.

Community art.

Marcia painted a lovely pink star-like flower with a happy yellow dot in the center and I tried to paint a hollyhock. I think it kinda looks like a hollyhock. An eight-year-old was showing us up pretty badly with her illustration of tiger lilies. At the end of the day, the entire wall was filled--an entire flower garden crawling up, up, up.

Love it.

And then we went to the Pub and did indeed drink a pitcher of Miller Lite. With green olives.

Hoo-ah.