I hate shopping. I don’t understand why people love it. I’m happy to spend hours browsing in art supplies shops and tool shops but general shopping, in malls and stuff, I loathe it. Husb is the same, so after an hour or so in the city centre earlier we bolted to the cafe in Waterstones bookshop and chilled out for a bit with a nice hot drink and a biscuit. Hot drink necessary because this is a British summer, so it’s cold and wet outside. Did my usual of scribbling away at the people around me. The young man on the left seemed to be a student studying hard while the man on the right was with his wife and child and sported the sort of outrageous hat I haven’t seen since the 1970’s – they were called Donny Osmond hats back then. The man below was immensely tall with huge hands that dwarfed his cup of tea.
Scribbled in a couple of minutes each with a Faber Castell Pitt drawing pen [size S] into an A6 leatherbound, recycled sketchbook. When I got back from town, I transplanted a couple of loganberry plants that had tip-rooted themselves in my rhubarb patch using the first of our home-made compost made in one of the council’s free compost bins. The plants are destined for the gardens of friends. I love loganberries, but the fruits don’t last long so I guess they’re not suitable for growing commercially.
Sounds like a good day despite the shopping. Love your sketches and your final note about dropping the loganberries in (just like that). all sounds easy! I have come here via notes to the milkman, who salutes you. Hear, Hear!
Thanks for looking in 🙂
As I say in the post “I salute you!”
http://notestothemilkman.wordpress.com/2012/07/01/gesture-drawing-or-30-seconds-you-must-be-joking/
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I hate shopping too.
It’s soul destroying
I’m clearly a lot older than you, because I remember them as Donovan hats :-\
ooh yes, he wore them too, didn’t he 🙂
Thank you 🙂