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Today, I got cozy. I got ready for cats and silliness and keeping my chin up, metaphorically and posture-ly. There's nothing ergonomic about using your great grandmother's hope chest as a drawing desk. I took a lot of breaks.
Now, I have 8 little sketches to work with. I'll see how it all progresses.
So, what's up with the drawing? It was chilly today. My hair was untamable. There were cats to think about. Fluffiest, pinkest sweater I own. Long, warm, black sweater dress. Layers. Demure little bee socks. A couple barrettes. And my glasses. I sat on the floor on a pillow and made little wild kitties in strange poses—that's why the one in my hand in the drawing looks indignant. Did I mention that I took a lot of breaks?
Not all of those breaks were for me. The coronavirus is circling my extended family, much like it probably is yours. Some of those breaks were for people I love. We're hoping the abundance of caution being exercised in their quarantine is only that. In the meantime, we breathe and do whatever else it is we choose to do for as long as we're able.