Budding Artist

What can I say? I was caught again being an artist. This time my choice of medium is laundry basket and crayons, last time it was marker and tile floor. I know, I know I shouldn't do it, but I can't help it. Being an artist is just in my blood. My Gran was an art teacher, and so was my Great-Aunt MaryAnn,who I am named after. [I might add that I am left handed just like them too.] So yes, it was me who just added a bit of color on that boring white clothes hamper.