Had to get the car registered today (nothing like waiting til the last moment), so I also took the opportunity to get some other errands done. By the time I came home I had a bunch of clothes that I picked up on sale, cat foods of various flavours and densities (yes, densities), baking ingredients and a new small sketchbook.
I bought a moleskine. It’s not too big, and not too small. It will fit in my purse, or my carry-around-bag, or even my back pocket without being TOO small. I bought it for writing and sketching and just plain Doing Stuff.
I don’t know where the fear of blank pages came from. Maybe it’s a childhood of zealous environmentalists telling our generation that wasting paper is bad. Maybe my Dad made some weird sound when I scribbled all over his good matte board. I don’t know. As a result, I always felt weird starting a new project. I have no problems ripping out multiple inches of knitting, but wasting drawing paper scares the living shit out of me.
So in addition to the moleskine, I also picked up a book that takes a look inside the take-along sketchbooks of various artists. I’m looking forward to digging into it. It’s always nice to remember that no artist does perfect work all the time, or sometimes even anything that looks vaguely recognizable.
Finally, a picture. It’s warmed up considerably outside, but I thought I’d share this. It was around 7AM outside the workplace on one of the frosty/foggy days we had recently. Hell, we’ll probably get more, knowing our weather. It’s been a winter of fog. I’m wondering whether the Dementors are breeding.