Tuesday, 29 January 2013
Today, I've put my sewing aside. I've finished the top of my bed runner, and have to decide what to back it with. Instead, I bravely grabbed my sketch book, and attempted to draw something. I say bravely - as I can't remember the last time I actually did any proper drawing, and I get really cross with myself. I always know exactly what I want to do, but getting my hand to co-ordinate with my brain is usually a big fail. My finished doodle-like valentine girl is very simple and naive, but I rather like her. Currently debating if it would work as an embroidery? Or dare I try painting onto a canvas? The result would be tragic, and probably death to the carpet, walls and anything else within splatter distance.