There's something so very satisfying about painting - particularly front doors. I'll always get an ego boost when I recall an incident when I was painting our front door (white) in Clemson. A little neighbor girl (can't recall her name) was sitting on the walk watching me and asked "What are you doing?" I replied "Painting our door." Silence. Then, I said "Your Mother is a painter, isn't she? (just to make conversation) Her response, "Yeah, but she just paint pictures." (in a sort of derogatory tone). As if painting a door were more to be admired than the beautiful watercolors her mother produced. It's all in the eyes of the beholder. Today I'll think about how I behold.
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