1. That orange leather bag (deadstock/vintage) I bought in Portland this past spring and began second-guessing immediately. I decided that since I purchased it, I'd better make a point of using it, and it's earning its keep as a summer tote. Cheery against my apparent default to neutrals -- I popped this dress (by Minimum) and grey Topsider deck shoes on very early to drive a family member to a 6 a.m. appointment. The "outfit" got me through a day that also included a visit to the library, our local patisserie for lemon tarts (book and tarts popped in the tote) and I wore it that evening as we hosted dinner on the terrace with good friends --
Also note that I spontaneously/goofily decided on a SelfieVideo rather than SelfiePhoto. . .Let me know if this is a problem technically -- i.e. takes too long to load or doesn't play properly, and I'll not try it again, but it's fun to experiment, and I think this simple dress looks too shapeless in a photo -- needs a bit of movement to come alive. . .
2. My first Scrabble game with a grandchild -- no points for now, but we're getting familiar with the rules (Nana believes, with Wordsworth, that creativity can find ample room within structure, that the "prison" of rules "no prison is," but rather "solace" for those who have "felt the weight of too much liberty"). So that the word she's testing, bottom right, was rejected. . . Mean Nana.
5. Plein air sketching with my good friend Alison (who still has one spot left in her Lyon workshop next month) at VanDusen Botanical Garden -- where you might not expect to find an antique tractor. It's set in the Urban Garden, which comprises numerous vegetable beds arranged attractively all 'round. It's used for Community Education -- workshops on food-growing in city gardening -- and while we were there, a delightful romp of children scrambled all over it, one of the cohorts from the Summer (Day) Camps offered here.
May I admit that this experience wasn't all fun, despite the pleasant company? My first attempts to render the tractor in pencil lines clearly demonstrated my weaknesses in perspective and determining angles. Even after Alison moved into my spot on the picnic bench and showed me how to set up the governing lines and the important ellipses, I foundered a bit, and then struggled. But I give myself credit for persevering -- especially tricky after I'd sneak a peek at her page (Comparison truly is the thief of joy! although inspiration can be found in others' work as well, of course).
I could easily point out ten problems with the resultant sketch. Fifteen, if you push me.
But I also can imagine Peter Rabbit hiding at the feet of those sunflowers. . . .
And yep, that makes me happy. . .
Your turn, now. . . What makes you happy these days? What joys, however fleeting or small, are you celebrating?
Or feel free to comment on any of my Friday Five. . . Thank you in anticipation!