Altbacksch? Nope, DIY porcelain is hot!
?Look here!?. Beaming with joy, my best friend stretches out a chunky porcelain pot with a green-yellowish checked pattern. Another artwork? her little daughter, one of those who can not be beaten by ugliness, but who, as the moral man and friend of the family, must be praised to heaven.
New trend of urban hipsterism?
No, far from it. "Did I paint myself?", My friend tells me with a chest swelled with pride, and so I learn everything in the next half hour about her newly discovered hobby, the? Meditative and creative? at the same time, and so incredibly practical, because you need dishes anyway. Hmmm, I'm skeptical. Tastes are different, and my girlfriend's cup design does not knock me off the stool now. Is porcelain painting now for the urban hipster what pottery is for my mother and her crocheting handmade women's group? Apparently, everything that my mother and her friends have always done and was considered old-fashioned for years is suddenly in jeopardy: cooking jam and pickling gherkins is now part of every hipster's repertoire, and tattooing in the subway Girls use their crochet hooks and I-phone to get footage for the next Instagram story or DIY blog.
Do I really have to go?
My girlfriend must have misinterpreted my disgusted expression: Sure, I'll take you to the china shop, you'll like that! Oh dear. Do I really have to go? No escape. And so on Sunday afternoon I do not sit on my beloved couch as usual, but armed with brush and paint in front of a white porcelain cup. I just want to start complaining when I discover a particularly beautiful blue in the paint pot in front of me. I see my hand move in the direction of color, touch the brush and paint a wave pattern on the cup that could compete with my girlfriend's three-year-old daughter. And then I suddenly paint pink dots. Then bright green snake lines. My brush scurries over the cup. Feels really good. Maybe there's more Picasso in me than expected. Or a Monet! Are not they water lilies there on my mug? In the end, I happily go with my artwork from the store. My cup: not pretty, but rare. But Monet was laughed at first, I think, and hold my cup tightly to me. Tomorrow I will give her to my girlfriend. After all, revenge has to be.
