Why must I feel the need to share my life story in every post? Dunno but here goes nuthin...
Some of you may recall I have talked about my dear, dear hubby taking a short term job out of state a few years ago. I won't share ed zackery where it was but it was not a "destination" locale that's for sure. Dry, dusty, desert is the name of the game and I'm used to coastal, fertile soil. Not 'dem parts. Not only was it dry, dusty and deserty (is that a word?) but it was also rural. Very rural. Pickins was slim for things to do. So, one day while shopping in the lovely local Wal Mart, I picked up a copy of an obscure little magazine, Homegrown Hospitality. Immediately I was hooked, snagged up that little jewel of a magazine and went home and visited the editor's blog. Lawsy me! I had hit the mother ship. Stephanie's blog just blew me away and I couldn't get enough of her doodles and cute stuff.
Well, recently she announced an online class she is offering, Doodle 101 Twenty Ten. This is the first week and lookee what I did.
Stephanie, if you happen to read this. I do read your blog. I know about your aversion to pink, but I'm sorry "pink, it's my favorite crayon" so my very first letter had to be in pink.
Ms. Priss saw me retreat from the classroom wielding 2 pink markers and immediately wanted in on whatever "action" was taking place... Can I just say that makes my heart want to sing... So I said, "C'mon in honey-bun."
I was amazed at how easy it actually was. Especially after Stephanie broke it down into the little steps but most importantly stressed to us to let go of perfectionism and crooked lines were OK. (BTW, I copied some of Ms. Priss' doodle ideas...I know I am a ruthless, unscrupulous mother) But...that's beside the point. Here's my finished product:
class. NAYY. If you do decide to take it let me know.