Once a month I join a group of retired women and one lone man in a senior citizen's centre attached to an elderly care day centre and we spend an hour and a half painting etegami postcards with water colour and ink.
I am under no misperception that I am any kind of artist.
I just like to play with the pretty colours and hear the stories and it's like completely stepping out of my real life once a month for a couple of hours.
And over the couple of years I've been attending I have been learning tips and picking up tricks and if I'm still not happy with my work I'm at least a lot less frustrated with it.
Etegami are postcards and so we have to take along a stamp and send them each month.
I usually send mine to my mother in law but any I want to keep I send to K.
I sent one each to Meg and Amy but Meg lost hers and Amy 'embellished' hers with texta and glitter so she is waayyyyyy off my postcard list now!
Anyway, this month mine was chosen for discussion at the end of class. This isn't all compliments as some of it is criticism but still it is an honour to be chosen as usually the best one or two are chosen each time.
So I was quite chuffed to be chosen and have been rather eagerly waiting for my little etegami to be delivered here so I could show it off to the family.
And today it arrived:
K was suitably impressed.
"The fine strokes look really confident now."
I was getting really pleased.
"You've really captured the hydrangea!"
He was only being nice but seriously, a hydrangea????
So, if this doesn't look like a hydrangea to you please let me know!