I had an idea. I was pretty excited about it; so I started sketching, aaaaand ... it turned out to be quite difficult and demanding (I was NOT happy with the sketches) ... soooo ... my problem-solving brain cells (that I'm generally proud of) started producing an involuntary thought (that I wasn't proud of at all): chuck it! ... pretend it was never there! think of something ... easier ... easier is always better... I had to get up and do something to stop myself... and this is my fight! I will create a proper drawing based on these sketches ... next year ... no! not next year ... tomorrow!
|joggling with hearts because it feels nice when they drop in her hands|
they are soft, and warm, and fit perfectly