I haven't picked up my paintbrushes since the pandemic canceled my watercolor classes in early March.
I've wanted to.
I think about painting quite a lot.
I even organized all my painting stuff.
I just . . . haven't.
So I was really excited when my watercolor instructor contacted me two weeks ago and explained she was going to do a "pilot" watercolor class on Zoom . . . and she asked me if I'd like to participate.
Last night was our first class. (Bonus about Zoom classes: I can even do this from our cabin up north . . . where we are this week.) It wasn't without its technical glitches, that's for sure. But I think she'll work things out as we go. (After all, this is a "pilot" class.) I don't know that this format would work for a beginning class, but for this group . . . well, we all know each other because we've been painting together for years, and we've got the watercolor basics down already. So that helps in this new format.
It felt really good to get everything set up before class.
And to just work through lesson elements in my little sketchbook.
It felt nice.
Almost (but not quite) . . . normal.
I guess you could say it was my new (ab)normal.
Reminder: If you haven't already joined the discussion of I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter, please do check out the discussion questions posted yesterday here (Bonny's blog), here (Carole's blog), and here (my post yesterday).