Ripped canvases

She’s coming alive, and with the help of one of the cats, too. Yesterday, Dexter decided to sign a canvas in the bottom right corner, just like Zorro. That sent me to YouTube to figure out how to repair rips in canvases, which doubly excited me because I had been previously saving money on purchasing canvases online. 100% of the deliveries resulted in at least one ripped canvas. I quit ordering them online because of the poor packaging and the carelessness with which the delivery folks handled them. Now I know how to fix them up. But Dexter and I need to have a discussion about how to paint on a canvas with retractable claws. I wish I had retractable claws. Happy early Sunday morning, Facebook!

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