In this caddywampus, discombobulated world, I have been flummoxed as to what to do with this thingamajig called Shelle Lindholm Art. After much lollygagging due to poppycock over-thinking, I have decided to get off my cute patoot and continue with the silly shenanagins that occur when I pick up a whachamacallit – oh yea, paint brush. Before I skedaddle, I share a little ditty penned by the divine Maya Angelou. Handmade and heartfelt today, by this goofball – for you today.
