Sangria saw me through my college years, comforted me through assignment deadlines, broken hearts, and bad hair cuts. It was there, cheap and available by the jugful at the Cantina in the Elizabeth Street Arcade before our nights out at the clubs, and yet it never seemed to poison the friendship with a hangover. Sangria was always thoughtful like that, and as my life progressed it has turned up to remind me that I was once young and energetic and loving all things new and exotic. It has comforted me through hard times and celebrated all sorts of events, being there reminding me of heat and youth and great times just when I have needed it. So my journal page this week is my small repayment, I didn't have much time and I haven't done our friendship justice, especially the very dodgy orange and apple, but somehow I don't think Sangria will mind... it's just that sort of friend!
To see all things Spanish head on over to the Inspiration Avenue blog and to see what other creative minds have been busy with head to the Art Blog Hop or to Artists in Blogland. Happy painting all I am heading out to renew my friendship now....got to love a Friday afternoon!