This is what my work area looked like as I sat down to paint this morning. For some reason I like to work in little cozy settings rather than using the lovely big table that would seem more comfortable for all my brushes and paints. You probably can't help but notice all the chippy bits of china that hold my tools. My grandmother always wondered why I wanted to save broken dishes but to me the old crackled patinas seem to hint of beautiful tales of days gone by. And the two googley-eyed kittens? They were brought back from a trip to Germany where they were found buried in the earth. I like to think that they're happy to be in the midst of life again. And a glance in their direction stops me from getting too serious about things. Just look at those faces! How could one not smile!