Art, Humor

Tools and Toys

facepainting supplies
Paints, Balloons, case, and brush holder with some new brushes. Not terribly exciting…

I went to the post office this morning, dragging my dear First Reader along for company. I was going because I’d checked to see where a box I’d ordered was – my supplier is very reliable and fast, so I knew it wasn’t her – and discovered that the USPS had attempted delivery (in the rain, so I’m just as happy they didn’t leave it on the step) and left a notice… On Wednesday. Only there hadn’t been a notice. So off to the post office we went.

One of the reasons we wind up making all our errands together when they don’t need both of us, is that we get to talk. We were talking about chickens, and how cheap a meat they were for people living on a farm when he grew up, and how expensive for city folk, and how chicken is now the American go-to meat, not beef anymore. We stopped talking while we waited for my box to be brought out, and he grinned at me. “You’re excited for your toys.”

“They aren’t toys, they are tools!” I pointed out, “I bought them for the business.”

“They are toys. You can’t wait to get home and play with them.”

My box was brought out, and I may have hugged it. There might have been a tiny squee.

“If your Dad bought a new chainsaw, what would he do?” My dear man opened the car and I tucked my box of goodies in safely. “He’d go out and find something to cut, even if there wasn’t a tree needing to come down. That’s how you know, when you give someone a gift. If they thank you and politely tuck it away, it’s not their passion.”

“Well,” I admitted, “I did buy sable brushes not for face painting but for watercolor, because I’ve heard they are the best.”

“So you’re going to go home and paint?”

“It’s for science. I need to find out if they really are the best.” I put on my best virtuous face, trying to pay attention to the road.

He laughed.

Brushes and paints
Bright colors and my fingers start itching to try them out… the white handled brushes are the sables. The black handles (there’s only one in this photo) are Mark Reid brushes, and they are the best for facepainting that I’ve found so far.

“You wouldn’t be at all interested in what’s in my box, but yes, they are toys for me. Just happens that I can make money with them.”

“We all have different passions. People are like that. One person’s tool is another person’s toy.”

“Some things are like that. Hand someone a hammer and they start looking for a nail.”

And now we’re home and I got to unpack my box and see my goodies – after all these years, I do still get excited over the colors and possibilities inherent in the paints. It’s not a surprise, really, I know what to expect, but the weight of a 90g Wolfe Black in my hand makes me happy and the springy sharp tip and shape of the Mark Reid Brushes makes me giddy as I can see in my mind’s eye the smooth lines on someone’s skin as I work. Now I need to clean my desk so I can try out the sables with watercolors and see how they do.

Ok, maybe they are toys. I’m like a kid on Christmas morning. But there’s nothing wrong with that.

3 thoughts on “Tools and Toys

  1. Absolutely nothing wrong with that. It should be the reality every day, actually.

    Not just “work” – I don’t make any money from my cooking. But I’m sure there will be a bit of a “squee” when the replacement elements for the oven show up on my doorstep next week. (Both of them are out. I’m feeling the withdrawal already.)

    1. Oh, that’s a challenge! I’ve done without an oven before but it’s not fun to plan around for very long.

      I love cooking supplies, too, but have promised not to buy any more kitchen gadgets until we are settled in long-term 😀

      1. Fortunately, we had the extra funds to order the parts right away (not a common thing these days).

        Otherwise, I would have to dig out the Dutch ovens, and then try to remember from what must be thirty years ago… (Your mom’s book is on the Amazon wish list, BTW.)

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