I pulled a tin of watercolour pencils out of the attic yesterday. Given their length and relative pointiness, they landed there shortly after arrival.
I bought a pad of paper and some brushes today. Then, this evening, I played with them.
I’ve never been “the artistic” one. I have sisters who make beautiful things; words are my medium. Maybe it doesn’t have to be that way.
Today I leaned that I can paint. #bloguary