Scumble is to me one of those great onomatopoetic words that stick in the mind. Just love it, don’t know how to do it, but love it nevertheless. However, as I stated that I was off to the studio (machinery shed) to do some scumbling, the announcement was simply greeted with "Close the door behind you and don’t frighten the (neighbour’s) horses".
I found it a bit unnerving standing in front of the easel (modified step ladder) seeing myself on the canvas with a silly grin, covered in masking tape and looking a bit like Norman Gunstone on a bad day. A glass of Shiraz, however, steadied the nerves and I was soon scumbling away to my hearts content.
The dog and I must have fallen asleep (I blame the diesel fumes from the tractors), because the next thing I remember was my muse pointing at the masterpiece and exclaiming with a loud voice "Looks like you had a bit of trouble with the fake tan!"
Dog barking, horses stampeding!
Photo: before lip-gloss