So, a couple of days ago, I was inspired. I was looking through some old stuff and found my sketchbook from high school art class. I looked through it, cringed, laughed, sighed, and generally remembred the fun of having a sketchbook.
Suddenly, it hit me that I wanted to get one. More than that, however, I wanted to share this with my daughter. So, I went to the store and bought two identical sketchbooks. On one, I wrote my name, and on the other, I wrote her name.
When she came home from school I told her that I would like to sit down with her occasionally and sketch. She was thrilled, and she and I rushed downstairs to break in our sketchbooks together. I showed her how to draw a semi-realistic eye, and she also illustrated the first page with some lovely fairies. We had a wonderful time together.
She’s prolific in ways that scare me, and I’m looking forward to lots of sketching sessions with my special little girl.
