I have several fantasy jobs, the thoughts of which keep me entertained and amused during slower moments throughout my ordinary day. The first is as a lounge singer….. not the cheesy, tawdry type, but a younger, talented version with a soulful voice, ala Joss Stone or Nora Jones. If you’ve ever heard me sing, you will know that this is one fantasy that will never come true.
The second is as the owner of an eclectic specialty bookstore. Think Meg Ryan’s Shop Around the Corner in “You’ve Got Mail.” It would have a fireplace, complete with roaring fires, and serve as a gathering spot for intellectuals and book enthusiasts to meet and share ideas. Thanks to Amazon and the likes of Kindle and Nook, THAT one will never happen either.
Which leaves the third fantasy job. Picture this….. I am a not-so-starving artist who takes a year sabbatical from the tedium of shows and exhibits and lives in the south of France as a plein air artist. I would wear a beret (because I’m quirky like that!), and live off of French wine, bread….. and painting, of course!
Last night was the closest I will EVER get to any of those fantasies. My good friend, Dawn Blount Walker, owner of Lavenderhollow Studio, www.lavenderhollow.com, teaches a workshop called “Art for the Spirit” and brought one of her protégés along to paint, plein air, in my gardens. What an honor to see vignettes throughout my yard transformed into the soft, subtle tones of pastels as the evening progressed.
As the sun set lower in the sky and the church bells from the town’s church serenaded the artists, I lived my fantasy vicariously through these two very talented women. Except, in my fantasy, I was definitely wearing the beret!