So the other day I picked up the beautiful sketchbook I spent a fortune on in Indigo and actually dared to blemish the insides.  This is what came out.  Not bad for a first try.  Though I haven't really ventured into bodies yet.  And  have a strange compulsion to name every character I draw.  That's the writer in me, I guess.
Next week: further uncharted territory.  I might even pick up a paintbrush.  I know what you're thinking...COLOURED sketches? will the wonders never cease? Stay tuned...
My first try--an iffy self portrait. trying to get the wild hair right...
I rather like this one.  Can really picture her as a spinster aunt with too many cats.
Everyone has a crazy Grandpa like this.
And this.
The old weirdo uncle.
And of course, the pushy aunt who's always trying to set you up with the neighbour's pimply son.