Time has been escaping me these last weeks! What with the flu, and a trip to Brighton, and new contract at work, I’ve been pretty flat out! Not so good for drawing (or blogging either!), but I’ve somehow managed to fit in a few sketches here and there amongst stacking books and sneezing my way through a Parks and Rec marathon. (Man, I’ll miss that show!! I firmly believe Amy Poehler is my spirit animal. Her, and Minnie from The Help. I seem to have a thing for strong, goofy women!)
Anyway, rather than embarking on any giant new projects, I’ve kept myself going with teacups. It started out as a watercolour exercise – a way to practice with colours and brushstrokes whilst seeing how many designs I could imagine.
I think I must be quite a satisfying British friend by fulfilling an awful lot of clichés: apart from being very pale and very polite, I absolutely love tea and everything to do with tea. I love the ceremony of making tea, the boiling of the kettle and collecting all the cups and teabags and pots. I like drinking tea with people: there’s nothing better than catching up with friends over a hot cuppa. Tea is hospitality. I grew up in a large extended family which whenever you entered anyone’s house, tea is always offered, so every visit is always preceded by the ceremony of tea-making. Even better, tea and company is an excuse to get out the teapot and pretty cups, which somehow makes tea taste even better! I wish I had more of these in my cupboard!