We got all set up. Started eating. Got our paint, and the class started. At that point Quinn started having a heart attack, and it went like that for 2 hours. There was a mom and a 9 year old beet to us. They were doing a horrible job of painting the whole time, and they never seemed to notice. But Quinn would get one dot in the wrong place and get teary even when the teacher was announcing, "it's totally fine to get paint here or there. We will cover it up later."
It went mostly ok the first couple rounds. During breaks she would walk around to see all the other people's work, and this would make her feel better. And then she missed the boat on the first round of shading, and you would have thought a beloved pet died before her eyes. It didn't help that I panicked. I was mixing paint and brushing away to try to stop the crazy. And eventually she moved from crying to pouting. And then to stubborn resignation where she would not do the next final steps what would make her painting awesome because I think she had a little PTSD from those first shades. In the end, she blew dried her painting and covered it with glitter. Then she agreed that the best part of this day was the BBQ chips.
Happy Mother's Day.
PS Since i did not have time to mess mine up ... It turned out awesome.
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