My mom sucked my wife in to a hobby over Thanksgiving; apparently, it’s a somewhat fast growing hobby.
They paint rocks.
Yes, where we’re happy over a great flight, or finding unwarped, perfectly flat foam board, they discuss the quality of their paints, and where to find the smoothest rocks to paint. After painting these rocks, they then place them out in the community for people to find.
My wife sucked me in to doing this as well, and told me, “Here. Paint a scene on a rock. And don’t tell me you can’t paint; I saw what you did on that Paint Nite date night we did.”
So I painted this.
And I was told to paint another...
And i’ve Kept painting. Anyone interested in seeing more, holler...
They paint rocks.
Yes, where we’re happy over a great flight, or finding unwarped, perfectly flat foam board, they discuss the quality of their paints, and where to find the smoothest rocks to paint. After painting these rocks, they then place them out in the community for people to find.
My wife sucked me in to doing this as well, and told me, “Here. Paint a scene on a rock. And don’t tell me you can’t paint; I saw what you did on that Paint Nite date night we did.”
So I painted this.
And I was told to paint another...
And i’ve Kept painting. Anyone interested in seeing more, holler...