I might be a stalker!

Definition of a stalker: to prey stealthily; to pursue obsessively and to the point of harassment.

Okay, it's a known fact that I have been a huge fan of the artist James C. Christensen for many years. I was completely surprised when we looked at this house to buy to find out that he was in this neighborhood. I have had to really work on just seeing and knowing him as a regular person instead of a super celebrity. (On top of being a normal person, he is very kind, generous and super funny.) 

Anyway, last night we had our church Christmas progressive dinner. The last house we went to was HIS house. I told Steve of this funny thought I had. What if I snuck off and hid somewhere in his house and spent the whole night there. I pictured being in a little closest somewhere in the house and calling Steve on the cell and saying, "I am so in!" Maybe reporting every few hours. Then sneak out in the morning and come home celebrating that I actually hid out and spent a whole night in his house. Hee hee! Well, Steve told me that although that's a funny thought, the act could be considered a little criminal by the authorities. DANG!

Now that you know a little of my state of mind when it comes to my feelings about the artist, and not the normal person, James, perhaps you can understand a bit of my craziness. You'll be glad to know that I did not break the law. 

However...

Long story short: His daughter, Cassie, who is also an amazing artist and has talent pouring out from all over her. (Plus, she's very, very funny.) She asked my mom and I if we wanted to see the studio. (Oh my heck, like totally for sure! A dream come true.) We went up and had a mini tour of his incredible studio. I think you'd need like a whole day just to see everything. We only had minutes, since we were sort of sneaky about it. If James ever reads this, let's just be clear about one thing - IT WAS CASSIE'S IDEA.

One thing lead to another and while cracking up, we pulled out the camera. Yes, that is me sitting in his chair, pretending to paint. Very important to note - NO ART WAS EVER TOUCHED at all during this. It looks like it in the pictures but I promise I would never ever do that. It's some sort of sin. I got close but never touched. I did pretend to lick my finger and then pretend to wipe off some paint. Remember--I was pretending. On our way out I noticed a 2-liter of Dr. Pepper and asked about it. When I found out it was his I just had to (pretend) to swig some down. 

The evening was filled with wonderful food and friends, but I have to say that the highlight for me (being the stalker that I might be) was the studio and our pictures. Thanks Cassie (and unknowingly, James) for a great time!