Tom made a table -- in fact, he made two -- our dining room table and this 30x36 inch coffee table out of old scaffold planks. I love them. The fake rustic look you find in some stores makes me want to vomit. To me, nothing beats a rough, preferably hand-made piece of furniture that sits unabashedly... anywhere :-)
This is our coffee table last night. Keys, papers, books, magazines, a notebook + my iPhone (or was it Tom's?), an empty tissue box which collects my pencil shavings, G's Lego® box, my pencil case from 7th grade, some colored pencils, a coffee mug and a glass of water.
And that was the last page of the sketchbook I had started last April.
I am trying to design a quilt. So far, it's much easier done on paper than with fabric! My Mom and my husband are two amazing quilters, and I feel it is high time I knew the tricks of the trade. I bought fabric with the firm intention of making my first, say, baby blanket?!
When I was in Prague, I saw St. Vitus cathedral and St. Nicholas church. These hands belong to a statue inside one of those. I wish I knew. This drawing is my secret Santa gift to Prof Viva at my school.
Sometimes it gets so late, I can't finish a drawing. I had drawn softy here a couple of times in the past (see both versions here and here). He'll have to wait on the dining room table for me to finish him tomorrow. Hope my cat doesn't move him during the night.
I received my new boots in the mail today! They look so stiff. Now it's back to suffering a few long weeks before they are broken in, like the other ones.
Why new boots, you might ask, when I have a perfectly fine pair of red ones? I keep wearing red-ish scarves to justify the red boots -- be it with a black dress, a pair of jeans, or even my light grey leggings. Time to alternate a bit with some grey. The red ones deserve a break.
I made an attempt at photoshopping out the crease in the middle of the Moleskine spread -- but of course, the bootleg itself couldn't be salvaged.
I have just received my copy of An Illustrated Life by Danny Gregory in the mail today! Over 260 pages of sheer pleasure: glancing through artists' sketchbooks, feeling great for being one of them but humbled by the quality of the work surrounding mine.
Allow me to indulge by showing you snippets of "my" pages below. :-)