I used to indulge in a bit of "retail therapy." But it wasn't shoes or clothes that tempted me; it was art supplies. I have quite a lot of stuff -- especially acrylic paints. I have a stupid amount of them... and they don't improve with age.
However, I have encountered a lot of resistance (the self-imposed kind) to getting back to painting with acrylics. Why am I so afraid of them?
So today I followed an impulse to throw some acrylic paint around for a change. And it wasn't scary at all.