Remember how excited I got about using my newly acquired coloured inks? Glad I only used a small piece of paper to experiment because it turns out that I’m rubbish with them. I won’t scare you by posting the disasterous attempt but, I would like to say that I’m not giving up. A second attempt is definitely in the offing.
In the meanwhile, I have been busy with my paints:
“Kettle Street” By Claire Shotter. For auction @ http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/180884061149?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
I’m short. Don’t know if I’ve mentioned that before. Being short is hazardous and, by way of proof, here’s a photo of the injury I sustained reaching up to get the sugar down from the top shelf of the cupboard with a long handled soup ladel. It’s a bad booboo right? Worthy of stitches at the E.R. to be sure… and a splint and, may be, even a plaster cast. At the very least, it should be wrapped in a big bandage and my arm put in a sling. I mean, it almost bled.
My bravery obviously knows no bounds though because, instead, I simply said a naughty word and ran it under the tap.