There’s something about these marble dust panels just waiting to be painted that  gets me every time.  Turning my guest room back into a studio after giving up  painting for  a year of pregnancy and the natural light beaming in the window  aren’t hurting my sentiments either.

The closest thing I can relate it to for my non  arty friends is drinking a morning cup of coffee on a Saturday before you start to make banana pancakes,

or not because your day is entirely up to you.