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!

World politics is so depressing at this time. Being confined to bed for over a week, with a bad cold, is also quite depressing. I desperately needed to cheer up today. What better way than to be a little creative? Some random doodling with organic shapes turned into a new pattern a few hours later. Might end up as something useful one day, one never knows.