In what is sure to be a continuing (if not weekly) series, let us ask the question… Does Wen really need a Man to create great art? The saga began a few months ago when a well meaning member of the male species decided (against my directive) to save me a few bucks and substitute materials on a hardboard canvas. This resulted in much gnashing of teeth (figuratively, as does one really ever gnash teeth?), cussing (in eloquent lady like manner), wood glue, gargantuan metal C clamps, drilling, and hammering most of which was carried out with me crawling around on a concrete floor. Subsequently, I decided in very resolute (if misguided) manner to take matters into my own hands and create my hardboard canvases by my Big Girl Self. I embarked on a venture to Sears with my very own adorable man child and although one salesman yelled across the entire store to another employee “This girl REALLY needs help” causing many people to look up and laugh, I didn’t allow it to daunt me. I was soon the proud new owner of power tools that cost me in the range of 8 designer lipglosses. The fact that I was able to find what I needed in cute zippered matching boxes was pretty much the deciding factor in terms of voltage, brand and other pesky considerations. They were relatively pretty and they matched, what more does a girl need? So this week found me, again, on the concrete floor with an impact driver(as opposed to old fashioned screwdriver) in hand taking care of business and let me tell ya, good tools really do make a difference. I completed 2 hardboard canvases which appear that they will hold together till the next millenium (if copious amount of steroid enhanced wood glue is any indication) and have decided at least for this week, that a Man is not necessary. I need to stop typing now as amazingly accurate screw head shaped burn blister on index finger is hurting.