Happiness is finding my missing valet blade. At last I can again scrape dry paint off my easel.
I have no idea why I still have a valet blade, or where it came from. Does anyone recognise them? I remember my mother used them in South Africa to sharpen pencils. One side is blunt. I don't even know whether it is still possible to buy or find them.
I found one still in its packet a couple of years ago and have used it to scrape paint off my easel, as I stated before. But just about a month ago I didn't see it in the box of brushes. I searched high and low, to no avail. I scraped paint off with makeshift items, a steel emery board, a blunt knife. Nothing as good as my trusted valet blade. This morning I sat down to my coffee and began clearing my table for tomorrow's art class. I have a small cart of art supplies which I pushed aside to make room for more tins and what have you's when, to my unbridled joy, I saw the valet blade on the mesh surface of the table. Such happiness!
It doesn't take much to bring me joy in these strange new times. I am wondering what Mari Kondo would say to that! I experience joy finding a missing sock in my basket of masks. I am unreasonably happy to discover a pair pliers that I had misplaced.
I suppose it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks of this, joy is joy after all.
1 comment:
This is very exciting, indeed! I have never heard of a Valet blade, but I can certainly see it's usefulness in cleaning paint off your palette. I can completely understand the happiness at its recovery from such a camouflaged hiding place!!! Love that you keep finding little joyful moments to treasure no matter how small they may seem!
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