Every time I go into an art store, I feel like I've dropped into an Alice in Wonderland fantasy. Those rainbow paints and shapely brushes all call my name, promising better days where my drawing of a turtle will no longer look like a potato. (Alas, for it never is the case... but one can keep hoping).
This store is well stocked enough for the art addict. I actually came by looking for some simple plastic containers or maybe some hipstery mason jars but I just got carried away with the acrylic paint and paintbrushes. I will never stop imagining myself with a swirly moustache and a beret, dancing around a canvas and having outbursts of "et voila!!" accompanied by sweepingly grandiose arm gestures.
I guess I will have to come back and actually find those mason jars, but I look forward to the next time I will get to imagine an alternate universe where I am some skilled renaissance painter. Until then, I will just have to satisfy myself by looking at art on the internet.