I was going through my desk today and with an open Sunday afternoon decided to make use of some neglected art supplies. I don’t think I’ve used my watercolors in five or six years! My senior year of high school I spent nearly all of my studio time painting, but at university I sketched sporadically or reached for my Prismacolor markers instead. Sometimes I would sketch something with intentions of painting and ended up worrying too much about ruining the drawing! So silly. It’s time I stop getting hung up on how things turn out and just practice!
I made quite a mess. My desk is filled with jewelry I need to put away, new stationary, warm-up sketches, and a pile of unsorted magazine clippings.
Same desk, different mess. I still have a ways to go, but I’m happy I haven’t totally forgotten how to use my brushes!
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I never got around to sharing this, but here is yet another handmade card I made last month for my mom. She is a proud pug grandma, so Doug made a cameo appearance on her Mother’s Day card. The inside reads “You’re pawsitively awesome!”
Time for drawing has been scarce (I need to make some!) so I initially sketched this sitting in bed with our new quilt. I always have a time deciding if I should ink my sketches, but I’m happy with how this turned out!
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On our last day in Portland, we started our morning with homemade crepes and cappuccinos from our awesome hosts. Our feet were sore, but we set out for breakfast, tea from Nuvrei Cafe (again!) and a rainy cab ride to Pittock Mansion
. It’s an amazing home, built in 1918 by Henry Pittock, owner of the Oregonian newspaper. Set high above the city, the estate seemed like the perfect scene for a Halloween movie. We heard on a clear day, you can see all of downtown and mountains in the distance.
I can only imagine how stunning the gardens look in full bloom.
Here’s our view waiting to finish our tea before the guided tour. There were a few benches that would make perfect picnic spots!
Mr. Pittock had a “sleeping porch” adjacent to his bedroom where slept in the open air during summer. His original bed was quite modest, and it was believed that sleeping porches did wonders for your health. If it weren’t for panic attacks at the sight of most insects, I’d have one myself.
Much of the furniture in the home did not belong to the Pittock family, but the donations were fitting. This card table was in the library, surrounded by dark wood everything.
The music room looking into the backyard was my favorite!
The kitchen wouldn’t be complete without plastic milk!
If you’re looking to wander beautiful grounds and a stunning home rich with history, check it out!