I’ve been holed up in my studio pretty much every waking hour when I’m not at work or driving someone somewhere or eating or sleeping. The problem is, so has Ron Weasley.
He’s become a serious impediment to my work.
Of course there’s the usual tomfoolery including sleeping where he’s not supposed to sleep, drinking my paint water and leaving a wake of ginger hair wherever he goes. This week though, he crossed a line.
I mean, I guess it was kind of cute that he slinked into an envelope-shaped portfolio for a nap. After all, it wasn’t my art in there, just the kids’. (Which I love dearly, children, and fully intend to store in my attic for the rest of eternity!)
But when I found slide-y footprints all over my recent 20×26″ self-portrait, well, that was the last straw.
It called for drastic measures.
And even more explicit signage.
I estimate that the Ron Ban 2010 will last approximately 1.5 hours. He’s awfully cute.