Paint what you know? I know quilts and tea and slightly anxiety ridden women.
Sarah (who never updates her blog..) said to me last night, when I was freaking out over a dumb painting, that, isn't it funny how a flat surface and some oil and pigment can completely change our emotions and all that other junk. It's a weird predicament, to care about something inanimate so much that it has that much bearing on your life. A little break will be nice.