Ah Valentines Day. Loved by some, liked by many and simply loathed by others. I have sat in all 3 camps, but having been single for a while now, I find myself comfortably in the middle ground; delightful indifference. I have had approximately 40000 promotional emails about what I should do for Valentines, how I can escape Valentines, what Valentines holds in store for me, book this place for Valentines, and my guess is, everyone’s sick of Valentines Day by now, so today I wanted to write about love in a slightly different capacity…
Doing something you love is something you rarely do consciously. When you get downtime, maybe you think to yourself ‘oh I’ll paint’, or ‘oh I’ll make a coffee”, “I’m going to cook today”, “I am going to take some awesome blog photos!”; they’re always things you just sort of do when you get a spare five minutes.
I am terrible at – but really love – art. I’ve never done much about that, I buy sketchbooks, try and paint and get frustrated when the (beautiful) scribbles hanging on the fridge from my nieces and nephews manage to look like something which belongs in the National Portrait Gallery vs my messy, disproportionate figures and etchings.
Still, I’ve always found it relaxing and, at the end of last year, my sister coerced me into joining an art class with her – which was something I never would have done by myself! As a side note, my councillor has been trying to encourage me to go out more and do things surrounded by other people. Which, as you can imagine, is always firmly met with a half-smile and nod of the head, only for her to give me a rather knowing look.
Anyway, S and I signed up to art class, and my Mum decided to join too! It was not the type of class I expected. It was way better!
The majority of the art we do can be done either freehand or using the transfer method – you might remember this from when you were a kid; you draw around a print out of something, pressing quite hard on your pencil, flip it over, and ‘scribble’ hard using the side of your pencil. It’ll leave a faint trace of what you want to draw, which you can then fill in and freehand in more detail.
Art class is actually a franchise; set up Jenny Miazels (check her out on Instagram here) and there’s a whole series of terms which you can do. All the materials are provided – and so are wine, tea, chocolate and crisps – hurrah! We’ve covered some awesome stuff in art class so far – we started with cuckoo clocks, moved on to Ming vases and even painting our very own heart plaques just in time for Valentines day!
It’s always easy to neglect doing what we love, what makes us feel happy, but I can honestly say the two hours I’m holed away in art class, I turn my phone off and concentrate. I really ummed and ahhed about whether or not I should attempt this tricky font on the plaque for fear of messing it up- even using the transfer method, but I’m so glad I did! It’s now hanging on my door, as a happy reminder, that its always worth spending time doing something you love.
Sketchbook Club, I just want to tell you …