This one is more embarrassing for me than #6. A dear friend asked me to commemorate her double mastectomy by making a cast of her breasts before her surgery and painting it. I was eager and honored to do it and happily agreed. The big event happened on January 17, 2014. I took the bust home with promises of painting it. Well, I finally did ... today, November 4, 2020 - almost 7 years later. So it's perfect that she is my number 7.
I don't really have a good reason as to why I procrastinated the task for so long. I've always seen painting pictures as a chore because I got impatient with it, didn't consider myself very good at it, and felt intimidated by it. But this year has definitely been a season of painting. And after painting on particle board for the first time (see blog), I felt like I could conquer painting on Plaster of Paris.
As I painted her, I remembered all of the good times we've shared together. A trip to the DC zoo, a paint night, a few musical concerts, paddle boarding, dancing, a ride on a ferry boat, birthday parties, seeing fireworks on the 4th of July, a loc-cutting ceremony, a TED talk, a goal-setting party, museum visits, horseback riding, a book release, just hanging out on the porch and even living together. I don't think I realized before today how much we've shared. And to top it off, when I needed a job at the end of last year, she made it happen. I love this lady so much and I don't think I've told her thank you for all she has done and been for me in my life. She positively touches so many people's lives in so many ways, and she is truly deserving of all the happiness and success in the world. Thank you Julia for all you do for others and for being my friend.