I found my missing watercolor journal! The one I apparently lost last September or so and then forgot about. I didn’t realize it was missing until I found it yesterday. And I found the white wrist sweatband I was telling you about last week, that I wrap around my travel palette and use to wipe my brushes on. AND a travel palette I’d looked for a few times this winter. YAY!! The journal is less than half finished, but the pictures in it are so cute, I thought I’d give you a little tour.
My beetle, and garage:
a friend’s adorable house, and a partial window (the window was a Peter Sheeler youtube tutorial):
A group of random girls walking arm in arm down Duke of Gloucester Street in historic colonial Williamsburg… so cute…
and my husband and Emmett: newfie(dog) (before we got the second one) [dog, not husband]…
A few historic colonial buildings:
Sitting in the rain at my son’s college graduation,
my sister-in-law laughing with my grandson, goats climbing a goat tower. (seems random, I know, but these are all memories from 2017 and it is so fun to see them again!)
A peacock (specifically to try some shiny shimmery gold paint):
my granddaughter looking at a horse on the little farm behind my house (which they’ve torn down this month to develop into a neighborhood!), and the farm in color:
I’m so glad I have these memories. This experience has convinced me I need to sketch and paint more of my day to day events, places, people I interact with. It really means more to me than I thought it would. And as horrible as my memory is (and it IS!!!), I remember EACH of these scenes clearly, the real actual moment they are from. So drawing them must have cemented them into my brain differently than just taking a photo.
And just for kicks, here is Emmett watching television. So you can see how huge-ish he is really getting. I think he’s gotta be about 140 pounds now.