This blog was not supposed to be political. But in these crazy times I cannot keep silent.
If I was ever to be elected president, one of the first things I would do is to ensure good quality of food for everyone served their meals by the civic society. Children at day care and in schools, the elderly living in retirement homes, hospitalized patients, prisoners, staff in the public sector, etc. should all be offered locally a/o fair trade a/o organic food of good quality, with great taste and an optimal nutritional composition. I would love to extend that to all people actually, but one has to start somewhere. You are what you eat, and a happy stomach is the foundation which on society rests.
No need for comment on today's creative exercise.
I am the worst doodler, ever. I hate pencils and pens. They are extremely uncomfortable, not to mention untrustable. They never behave like I intend. This has been a problem for my entire life, and I was the first kid at school who was allowed to use a word processor for my essays (we’re talking very early 1990’s). The teacher could never read what I wrote, nor could I. Dyslexia some of you may think, but no, most certainly not. Dysgraphia then? No, I don’t think so. I just have very bad fine motoric skills. But you do embroidery, and lace making, and pearls and all those tiny things! That is true, but it is also very time consuming. What normal people finish of in half an hour would take me a full day.
Over the years I’ve learned a few tricks to get over it;
As a special treat I decided to show you my worst doodles, and what became of them. Enjoy!
Surface pattern designer who loves folk art, gardening and the good things in life.