Confession I've been practicing more with my brush than with my pointed pen lately. Saturday I picked it up to practice and my lettering did not look good. It felt so bad that I didn't practice for long that day; I put the pen down and walked away. Thankfully last nights practice was a completely different story. My pressure was just right my wrist was remembering the motions and I felt good about what I was creating. Four episodes of Sex and the City later I had fully scribbled on papers…
"Não alimente nada que não for recíproco."
On doing what you love.
My philosophy exactly. Who says a girl should still look perfect by the end of the day? You can't have adventures without getting messy :)