I Went Out

I now have a fairly decent haircut.  The hair salon is a lovely place.  There is usually a dog around (their poor noses!) and today they had a puppy, perhaps a few months old, who was a little shy, but beautifully behaved and obviously incredibly loved.  I forgot to be stressed about things and they did a great job.  I have also ordered some tops online, I have a scarf or two and now I am braced for the photos on Saturday.  Mind you, if they don't work out then I shall definitely go with the suggestions of Jill and Eileen and contact a local photography club.  I wish I had done that first.  It just goes to show, I get the best advice on here and I should take it more often. 

Not only did I manage to get several hundred yards up the road, but I got into Leeds as well to finally pick up the picture I had left with the framers.  It now looks like this, except better (I am no good with photos)

It's an original sketch and colour wash, as far as I can tell, of Scone Palace, Scotland.  My great grandmother probably picked it up at an auction.  Apparently she had the same attitude to auctions as I have to eBay.  Some things may be genetic. 

I'm working on writing more.  As a side to that, I'm shaking up my 'Always Another Chapter' blog.  I hope to have a bit more fizz in that.  I've put up a post today, it's about whether something is Art or not.  I'm probably not the best person to comment, as it's not that long ago I posted about going to Leeds Art Gallery and noticing the dust on the picture frames.   There are at least two genuine, brilliant artists who look in to this blog, and I want to give a shout out to kjsutcliffe and justjill (and I am sure there are others I've forgotten and I'm really sorry, please comment so I can add you) and I will take their word on what makes art over my opinion every day.