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Art Day—In Absentia

Very early this morning, we're leaving for a visit with No. 1 in Berkeley. Since I didn't have time to make art this week and don't have time to put something together this morning, I give you this little umbrella that I painted a couple of years ago when I first tried to learn watercolor. I'm not sure if it will be raining in California, but it will be a little chilly.

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pf said…
Ooo, I really like the umbrella, especially with the small hand hanging on. Love it!
8:41 AM
Eustacia said…
I don't think I've seen this. It's adorable. I want this too
4:19 PM
dive said…
Hee hee. Too much fun, Robyn.
Have a great weekend.
11:41 AM
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