just finished an epic adventure with my sister and my ‘cousin’. 12 days of European adventure and lollygagging. i don’t really know how we packed it all in, but we managed somehow. before the trip we all came up with a to do list and one of the things on everyone’s list was ART. my other sister had recently seen a very famous van gogh and so we followed her footsteps and headed to the National Gallery in London. we booked FREE tickets for 4pm and when we arrived on the day of, there was a huge line to get in. i’m talking HUGE. it circled the massive Trafalgar Square. for once in my life i was able to bypass the entire line and go straight to the front door with my tiny little FREE ticket. i was already on my fifth gallery when those poor suckers finally made it to the lobby. museums and galleries can be very overwhelming for this little country girl. and this was no exception. massive 12- foot paintings graced the walls and i recognized very few of them. they were heavy and dark and 16th century serious and moody. it houses a collection of more than 2,300 paintings dating from the mid-13th century to 1900. i wandered and i wondered. i fell in love with a lady with a squirrel and a starling. i admired some really great paintings of clouds. van gogh did not disappoint. i shuffled around for hours and gazed upon virgins and saints, sluts and drunkards, still lifes, barnyard animals and windmills until my eyes crossed and i nearly passed out from excess. i drunkenly crawled back outside into the London sunshine for a breath of fresh air and my next chapter.
my bluebird skies 
art shmart. take me to the pubs and the living.