Art and cleanliness

Having been sick in the last week, I look terrible; however, my room is pretty and with that I am happy. We have also been cleaning out our storage area and with much joy, I have received some of my mother’s old clothing which was buried there. I guess it should tell me something that what my mom made at fifteen fits me better than what I make. No matter, I have clothes.

I have discovered the joy of sketching and with much dismay, the fact that we have no working scanner. I’m unsure as to the methods of drawing people properly, and my drawings seem to express a corresponding lack of surety as they all try to decide whether or not they are contortionists. On the bright side, if I take long developing this ability, I will rid myself of the pencils cluttering up my holder, inadvertently using up all my precious papers and erasers and saddling myself with lots of doodles….”Ah well, if that’s the price of art then–”

“Then what? You aren’t artsy.”

“Hush (*mumble* stupid multiple voices)”

“This hobby will waste your time–”

“I waste it anyway.”

“Clutter your room!”

“We won’t get into that.”

“Destroy your small supply of erassssaaarssss!”

Can you tell I’m happy? A little non-consistent with the fact I leave for backpacking in a week and was sick for the preparation hike. 😉

Siblings are strange. You can write complete trash (or draw) and give it to them. They make you feel so happy. Aside from encouraging you, you don’t have to keep anything because they file all of your junk and ask to keep it for life. I wonder how I got my side of the room so clean.

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