I JUST finished a sketch book that I had since 2006. NO JOKE. My first page said
“Only Madhu can draw in this! (and her BFF -name omitted-)”
and then goes on to include notes that my BFF & I were writing to each other in homeroom. I also drew her! What a throwback.
Though my BFF and I lost touch, that freaking old sketch book really got me sentimental. The view from my sister’s bedroom window in our old house in Houston, painstakingly done sketches of my favorite women (Alexis Bledel, Emma Watson, Jessica Alba, Kristin Kreuk) that were actually not bad, rough sketches of my pets in their natural sleeping positions. Countless sketches of my hand while sketching (it’s really good practice if you have difficulties drawing hands). Even MORE sketches of characters I would write into short stories/novel ideas I had. Some Harry Potter fanart. Truly, it had it all.
I’m sad to see it go but so proud of myself. I lugged that sketchbook from house to middle school to high school to college dorm to college apartment(s) and then ENGLAND. Like damn I used the hell out of that.