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From Monday, I am cat-sitting for a month. I volunteered, if my friend couldn't find anyone else, and am not at all surprised that she decided I should do it anyway. I'm really nervous, just because it isn't my cat, and I haven't minded anyone's pets for nearly ten years. But I have a key, there's enough food to last (and I've been given some money if, for whatever reason, I run out). The cat likes me, too (if his trying to insert himself into my ear is anything to go by ;) ).
I wouldn't be so nervous if it weren't for so long, I don't think. But it might not be. Friend and her family are off for a cycling holiday in Scotland and the weather up there can be plenty of Not Great (also midges)*. Their end goal is Skye, but they might get halfway there and decide to come back for whatever reason. I actually hope they make it, because I really think they deserve the holiday.
Oh, and she's asked me to make sure her plants are watered. Which is no big, since I'll be in the house twice a day anyway.
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I was going to spend today arting, but that got interrupted by my bro and nephew coming to visit. I don't mind seeing my nephew any time (though being around my bro is mostly always super awkward for reasons he's not even aware of**). My nephew can string entire sentences together that mostly make sense, and you can have a whole conversation with him and it's weird and amazing and I love it.
I did do some drawing practice, after doing a few hours yesterday, and really enjoying it, even though my output was mostly awful (not the point; the point is the practice). I also faffed about making some watercolour blots to draw onto, after reading an Instructable about doing that with coffee, but haven't done any doodling yet. I also did it with watercolour rather than coffee, because the only way I'm going to get a handle on watercolours is by actually using them, rather than sitting and staring at them wistfully.
I don't even know why I'm so precious about art, because I'm fairly certain I've knitted/crocheted/sewn some hideous things, but drawings and paintings? OH GOD, TOO TERRIFYING! (I think, this is, in part, some of the damage done by college***, although I am starting to get over that (thank god, it only took SEVEN YEARS) because when I wanted to learn gouache/acrylics way back when, I wasn't as precious about that). And nobody has to see the bad things. I don't know why I'm so worried?? (stupid brain).
(I still have a tin of watercolours from when I was a kid. I ought to photograph it, because it's such a freaking relic, and it must be twenty five, if not almost thirty years old, I reckon).
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*I believe it can also be plenty of Great, too, but this summer's forecasts so far haven't looked too positive.
**The short version is that we didn't grow up together, so I don't always feel like we have a familial bond and it's weird.
***I still need to post about this. I should get on that.
I wouldn't be so nervous if it weren't for so long, I don't think. But it might not be. Friend and her family are off for a cycling holiday in Scotland and the weather up there can be plenty of Not Great (also midges)*. Their end goal is Skye, but they might get halfway there and decide to come back for whatever reason. I actually hope they make it, because I really think they deserve the holiday.
Oh, and she's asked me to make sure her plants are watered. Which is no big, since I'll be in the house twice a day anyway.
~
I was going to spend today arting, but that got interrupted by my bro and nephew coming to visit. I don't mind seeing my nephew any time (though being around my bro is mostly always super awkward for reasons he's not even aware of**). My nephew can string entire sentences together that mostly make sense, and you can have a whole conversation with him and it's weird and amazing and I love it.
I did do some drawing practice, after doing a few hours yesterday, and really enjoying it, even though my output was mostly awful (not the point; the point is the practice). I also faffed about making some watercolour blots to draw onto, after reading an Instructable about doing that with coffee, but haven't done any doodling yet. I also did it with watercolour rather than coffee, because the only way I'm going to get a handle on watercolours is by actually using them, rather than sitting and staring at them wistfully.
I don't even know why I'm so precious about art, because I'm fairly certain I've knitted/crocheted/sewn some hideous things, but drawings and paintings? OH GOD, TOO TERRIFYING! (I think, this is, in part, some of the damage done by college***, although I am starting to get over that (thank god, it only took SEVEN YEARS) because when I wanted to learn gouache/acrylics way back when, I wasn't as precious about that). And nobody has to see the bad things. I don't know why I'm so worried?? (stupid brain).
(I still have a tin of watercolours from when I was a kid. I ought to photograph it, because it's such a freaking relic, and it must be twenty five, if not almost thirty years old, I reckon).
~
*I believe it can also be plenty of Great, too, but this summer's forecasts so far haven't looked too positive.
**The short version is that we didn't grow up together, so I don't always feel like we have a familial bond and it's weird.
***I still need to post about this. I should get on that.