I was melting in the heat.
Me: "I could really use an iced coffee!"
My husband: "I don't think vi have much milk, nor enough ice... let me think of something!"
Shortly after he handed me this. 😍
I knew I married the right one.
I was melting in the heat.
Me: "I could really use an iced coffee!"
My husband: "I don't think vi have much milk, nor enough ice... let me think of something!"
Shortly after he handed me this. 😍
I knew I married the right one.
It might look easy, but working with willow can be hard work.
Fortunately, our students had a blast.
We were fortunate enough to get a visit from a professional wicker weaver. That means we teachers could have a go as well while helping the students along. They had a blast, and honestly, so did we.
It was a really wonderful day too, so nothing to complain about at all ;)
That Conference left me with a lot on my mind. That's for sure.
I entered feeling like I was happening on an event, where people would all of a sudden realize I did not belong, and I left with a feeling of utter joy, and the knowledge, that being a writer is about writing, very little else.
One of the workshops I signed up for was a little apart from the rest.
This workshop was about daily comics with Robert J. Russel, and I felt like an intruder when I entered the zoom call.
To my surprise, I ended up making something I felt proud of, proud enough to eagerly push the hand button when we were asked who wanted to share, while frantically finishing the lines on the paper.
I'm afraid I have to harvest them without being completely ripe, since the frost is slowly creeping closer.
In the beginning I didn't know how to use them, and the result was as could be imagined. But after a bit of research I improved. One really important thing I learned, was that alcoholic colors don't respect the borders of the paper. At least two papers of good quality has to be glued together, unless you have the right kind of paper, made especially for coptic markers.
But look at those colors!
They make me so happy.