One of my earliest memories of school is being clad in one of Daddy's work shirts, buttoned in the back for art time. In Daddy's shirt, I was unleashed to paint and glitter with wild abandon! Such creative freedom afforded by our fathers' cast offs! Yearning to recapture some of that spirit, I married 2 thrifted linen shirts to make a new art smock with a pocket fashioned from a sleeve. I thought that I had 2 men's shirts but in the final analysis, the brown shirt is a woman's. When I recognized that the buttons were on opposite sides, I started to get bent out of shape about it and then I recalled my 5 year old spirit. How many times do my adult sensibilities take the fun out of what should be creative play?! So if you should see me with a paint brush and half open art smock, please excuse my creative mess! Jessica Pearl
