Tuesday 4th November. 11:30am :: the postman arrives.
He has a Special Delivery package for me, and I know immediately who has sent it.
Because the Sender has forewarned the Addressee (thats me) that a little something is on it's way.
But even though I know who it's from, I do not know what's inside.
It's mind-blowingly. stomach-flippingly exciting, and I don't say that lightly.
I feel fit to burst, like a million tiny bubbles of excitement are trying to escape out, via my heart.
Like I say, I do not know what lays inside the beautiful wrapping....
....but I have a feeling I could guess what it might be.
I open the package and am faced with a piece of grey cardboard.
I dance around, hopping from foot to foot.
I am SO Humungously excited that I cannot stand still for one second.
I photograph the grey cardboard.
I touch the grey cardboard.
Yet I cannot bring myself to turn it over.
So I run upstairs and back down again.
You know, just to try and calm those bubbles.
Hop about, hopety-hop and go to look out the window.
Over to the laptop to check my email.
Go back to the grey cardboard.
I flip it over, just like that.
And there it is.
It's My Painting.
The painting that I secretly hoped would be mine one day when I first saw it in the Summer.
The painting that I had so desperately wanted.
The painting that I have been saving up money to buy.
The painting that I have not been able to stop thinking about.
The painting that has now so generously been gifted to me.
I start to cry :: drip-drip, the tears fall and hang off the end of my nose.
I am so happy, and feel so hugely blessed but drip-drip I cannot stop the tear drops.
I find this painting so utterly charming, beautiful, simple and sweet.
It tugs at my heart strings in such an unexpectedly forceful way.
In fact, all of Vanessa's paintings do this to me.
She has such an amazing talent, this friend of mine.
When she chose to share her very first flower painting with us on her blog in January, I was smitten.
Really totally smitten.
I follow Vanessa's blog daily, and have done since the very beginning.
My day isn't complete without a visit to Do-you-mind-if-I-knit.
I love her style, her creativity and her humour.
Her love of colour rivals my own.
In fact, you can thank Vanessa for inspiring me to begin writing at Attic24.
She applied equal measures of arm-twisting and encouragement until Attic24 was born.
We drank coffee and chatted for hours, as if we'd known each other forever.
And I got to see inside her fantastic work studio.
And so we have become friends.
And I am so very glad.