The box of art supplies arrived on my front porch on Monday. I’m almost 30 years old, but when I opened those boxes of color pastels I felt like I was 4-years-old all over again. I remember holding that box of beautiful pristine crayons and thinking that I was holding the whole world in my hands. That clean white pad of paper just waiting to be colored on!
It was so tempting to abandon nap time chores and sit down and start drawing, but… my husband likes to have clean clothes for work. Yesterday I managed to squeeze in a few minutes to start a picture, it’s an orchard scene for my husband. It’s not going as smoothly as I would like. Drawing anything more than rolling hills is stretching my artistic ability, but as they say “Practice makes perfect” or in my case slightly better!