

Tired of drawing tulips, I've recently been experimenting with other stuff. Any plant in my house I think might look cool, and even an attempt at our sleeping cat. (Thank goodness she's mostly white.)
I picked up some watercolors on a whim one weekend, feeling bored and in need of a hobby. I've enjoyed pencil drawing in the past, and especially the messy and forgiving nature of charcoal. So watercolors seemed like a next good step. I ended up drawing a series of some yellow tulips, and watched as each flower seemed to explode in slow-motion.
Tonight is the night we "spring forward" one hour. This is a BIG DEAL. Patio parties and having dusk last until 9pm is one of my favorite things, period, full stop.
I'm not that great at moving. My stuff always seems to multiply once the boxes come out, (right? how does that happen!?) and it's a strange feeling to intentionally dismantle my (semi-)organized life for a few weeks.