Forgive me Father for I have sinned...

When I was a kid, every Sat. was the same- catechism and then confession. Which always started with "Forgive me Father for I have sinned" followed by a list of the evil deeds I had done or thought since my last confession. Then the trick was to not commit any new sins before I received communion on Sunday morning. Wasn't so hard when I was younger, but as a teenage it was a bitch trying not to think any impure thoughts. Have you ever tried NOT to think of something? Ha! Especially when you're 16 and drowning in a flood of teenage hormones. There isn't enough catechism, fear of hell, or lectures in the confessional to keep impure thought out of the minds of teenagers.


I think I was 16 the last time I went to confession. I parted ways with organized religion of any kind some time ago. But at my age I wouldn't have much to confess- all the tantalizing temptations of my youth are no longer so appealing. I'm now too old and lazy to commit any big juicy sins. Except for one- lust.


I have an unquenchable, throbbing, all consuming lust for art supplies. Pencils, paints, clay, textures, canvases, pens, markers, papers, tools, brushes, heat guns, beads, wire, metal.... I WANT IT ALL! I try to control my unholy lust for art supplies, but when you have a group of art friends that have to tell you about every new art product they try, I sometimes cave to temptation. Okay, that's a big fat lie.... I often cave to tempation. And art technique books, oh lordy they lead me astray, and I find myself ordering any and all supplies they mention. I can go a year without buying a new piece of clothing, a couple years with no new shoes, years and years with no new jewelry. With most things I am frugal, and not really into materialistic things. It's just my lust for art supplies.


When the Dick Blick 2009/2010 catalog appeared in my mailbox last week, I had the same reaction a porn addict might have finding his annual Best Of Porn edition waiting in his mailbox. (I detest porn so have no idea what the annual edition of ultimate porn might be called) I couldn't wait to get in the house and pour over every page. And here are some images of the object of my lust and adoration properly displayed on my St. Dick Blick altar-

Isn't that wood carved bust lovely? I can't remember when or where I got it. The signature on the bottom says "Maria Clara" but no date. And it has two holes in the bottom, as if it had been mounted on something.


Hope you all had a great weekend!.