On Monday, we picked up some new watercolors at Target and Ivy had the brilliant idea to go painting in the park. So we drove through Wendy's and trucked our stuff to a nearby park, where we relished the one day of temperate Spring weather in Chicagoland. (It goes from like 50 below to 98 degrees [110 percent humidity] in a weekend here.) Then the wind gusts started and I nearly swore trying to keep all the papers and my chicken sandwich wrapper from flying away. Little Vincentina kept on painting, unmoved. For those without the luxury of Baby Einstein being permanently etched on their cerebellums, Vincent van Goat is the protagonist of one of their shows--the one about color. He paints with the brush firmly planted between his teeth. Much like what you see here. Love that she wanted to paint en plein air, wondering what to do about the Disney infiltration....
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