So, tonight was WI night, and I trotted along confidently. When I was confronted by Tricia, unpacking arty sort of stuff, I backed away with an alarmed expression on my face. "Are we doing something hands-on?" I wondered aloud. "Pastels". Tricia doesn't waste words. She saw my expression. "You'd have stayed at home if you'd realised, wouldn't you?". I certainly would have.
She spent some time explaining techniques - every time I began to feel encouraged, determined, even, she started to get a bit too detailed and I lost confidence again. However, although I had been one of those grumbling at the back, I went at it in my usual shake-em-by-the-neck fashion - I see no point in being tentative. I drew an iris. If I could remember how to use the scanner, I'd show it to you. It is very free in style, but one can tell it is an iris, however poorly executed.
"I made a few pencil marks, just as a guide, but I didn't draw it, because I can't draw either" I explained. "Oh yes, you can draw", she said. "You've got a good eye, you knew how to look at it and you made a good start" (it was decidedly unfinished, because better to quit while you look as if you had some idea what you were driving at). I thanked her, sincerely. No one has ever suggested I could draw before, and for good reason.
I was, because I got my paper almost last, the last to start. I was the first to finish. I don't know if I'll ever do it again; I enjoyed it more than I expected. Just because of the novelty, I suspect.