I have a love-hate relationship ball point pen drawing. On one hand, you can’t hide anything, so you instantly look like a lot worse drawer-girl than you do with an eraser. On the other, you can’t erase so you end up focusing on the fruit on the table or the life-altering firsts in front of you.
Monday was full of firsts. First plane ride for T1 and T2. First tornado warning of the season. And first shave for Thing1, just a few days shy of his fifteenth birthday. I managed not to get the sketchbook too soaked.