Posted by Loulou on Sep 23, 2016 | 4 comments

Where is my mama?  I’m in here every morning trying to get her to get her act together and PAINT.  She wonders why I am myowing (I like that spelling, sounds like my friend, Mya) after breakfast and running upstairs to her studio and hovering at the door for her to let me IN so I can crack the whip and get her working again.  She has to get some...