I'm married to a chef. That, in itself, would make for an interesting blog - but we won't go there!
Poor man, not only does he have to cook for me, because I'm lousy at it; he also has to endure my invasion into his kitchen when I need supplies. He has already replaced a blender and a pasta machine. I "borrowed" the blender for paper-making & the pasta machine for polymer clay creations.
So last night I was "served notice" about the mess I made in the sink. Seems I left tell tale signs of india ink as I rinsed out the brushes I used while doing some ink wash drawings.
Don't get me wrong, I love my husband, love my house - but I do miss the e14studio that was just a shack on some property 2 miles from here because I could mess it up to my heart's content.
Ah well, I have to be nice because Valentine's Day is in a few days and "the chef" is sure to please. I'm thinking chocolate dip strawberries. Yum!