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Wednesday, 3 July 2013
I became a very popular chap at college, simply because I was just about the only person around who could stretch a canvas without leaving nasty creases.
Pretty, flirtatious, girls would approach me, undo a top button or two whilst fluttering their eyelashes, and I'd be putty in their hands. "Oh Cro, do you think you could possibly show me how to....."
There's really nothing complicated about canvas stretching. One starts by fixing the middle of the opposing sides, then continues by securing either side of that first fixing until you reach the corners (are you still following me?). Folding down the canvas at each corner is probably the most complicated bit, but it's really not that difficult to master.
I always knew that the girlies were taking advantage of my 'sweet' nature, but I never complained.
Of course if they hadn't ask ME, I would have offered my services to THEM anyway. It may sound like an odd chat-up line, but "May I help you stretch your canvas" never failed.
We went with friends to the Scallop festival in Whitianga; a charming
seaside town in the Coromandal District.
Had a great time...5000 people, lots of wine...
3 years ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 44 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie/Black Lab' cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!