Sometimes I just don’t want to do any drawing in my sketchbook. I spent a few hours in the studio, working on a large piece with oilbars and wiping most of it off with bits of rag and I really didn’t want to sketch. But I forced myself to, because it’s a completely different sort of drawing to the studio work and I think it’s good discipline for me. It doesn’t have to be a detailed, finely wrought piece of work, it’s just chilling out and having a scribble. So I did a quick sketch, just a few minutes, of mine and Husb’s booted-up feet lounging together on a footstool [there’s romantic]. He’s wearing his well-worn walking boots and I’m wearing my new Converse bumpers. I don’t know what they’re called these days. When I was a kid they were daps, then bumpers. My parents called them gyms. I bought them a couple of weeks ago when my 12 year-old great niece dragged me into a posh shoeshop and ordered me to buy some decent shoes because, apparently, my fashion sense is ‘awful’. That’s news to me. I didn’t know I had any fashion sense.
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Ah, I too was ordered to buy some decent shoes – converse it was, but first time out I made a miscalculation on the return of the ocean surf .. and soaked them through!
Nice work!
haha, yes mine are getting a bit of a hammering in the garden lol
I feel the same way when I work in my sketchbook. This is a cool sketch though!
Thanks – just a quickie 🙂
Always daps when I was a kid, but I had forgotten about the short lived bumpers phase which I think was only used for the ankle boot style converse. But then my aged brain could be failing me
I can remember baseball boots being called bumpers, but that was a very long time ago.