ManicDDaily

I am enough of a child of the Sixties to hate to think of myself as an avid consumer.   I never had a dishwasher until my fifties (and the old one I now use leaves a dried seedy residue that I try to convince myself is at least heated through.)

I have never ever had a microwave.

Forget about a GPS;  one window on my second-hand car sometimes falls off.

High def TV?  My daughter did not know that Big Bird was yellow until age five.

My Birkenstocks are peeling.

And yet… and yet… today I found myself chomping at the bit (ha!) for a new electronic gadget.

I tell myself it’s all about art.  Followers of this blog will know that I have devoted the last couple of months to pictures made on an iPhone that has been entrusted into my care.

I will be so happy not to have to zoom in and out anymore.

But hey!  I have pencils, watercolor, paper, on which I could draw and paint to heart’s content without zooming one inch.

Yes, it’s very silly, childish, materialistic, irrational.

March 11th!