Tent painting

[melaniesuzanne]

I said I was going to paint my pavilion today and I am. So far I have painted two-inch wide stripes along six of the ten seams of one wall. Due to space constraints in the craft room (and the size of the panels in between seams), I can paint only three seams and then I have to break to let the paint dry. After my first break, which was extended for lunch, I returned to the craft room and discovered that something extra had been added to one and a quarter panels:

	Little feet, 7/3/09. Someone decided to embellish my pavilion walls while I took a lunch break.
	More little feet, 7/3/09. The culprit walked up and down one panel of the pavilion.

I immediately blamed Margie, of course, but her feet are spotless plus she was downstairs begging for bits of my lunch. Kit's feet are also spotless and she's been crashed out in a catbed in the bedroom windowsill. Basil, on the other hand, is MIA. I'd wager quite a lot that there's blue paint stuck in his pawpad fur.

What now? I'm just going to have to live with it, I think. It's unfortunate that this happened to the "clean" wall. The other wall has a panel upon which a dyed dress bled during a rain storm a couple Pennsics ago (an object lesson that rain water has a different pH from tap water). Or maybe I'll use one of the cats as a stamp and put paw prints on all of the canvas.

By the way, the craft room door is firmly closed during this break.

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[tattycat.livejournal.com]

If you find Basil, you need to take a photo of his blue toe-hawks. Punk rock kitty!