The pressure is off; I have completed five thank-you cards for my niece, and a couple more are in progress. I did 4 in colored pencil and am doing 4 more in ink & wash. Unfortunately, the ink that I thought was waterproof is not waterproof. It will be necessary to drag out the Speedball pin and ink to re-draw the ink & wash cards.
Then I've got to get back to The Granddaughter's quilt.
Tonight, The Grandson graduates from high school. If it doesn't rain, the ceremony will be on the football field. If it does, it moves to the gymnasium. My fingers are crossed for fair weather!
This makes me think of my own high school graduation. I was 16 years old and bound for college in the fall. My friends were planning to get together to "throw down" after the ceremony, and I desperately wanted to be with them. My mother, a modern-day Puritan, would not let me go. (She knew what was up.) I had two choices, come straight home with my parents after the ceremony, or be taken to dinner by a dude with whom we attended church, who my mother thought was the ideal boyfriend for me. Didn't smoke, didn't drink (anymore), had a job. He'd already cleared it with her, promising to take me "somewhere nice."
I'd already been on a couple of dates with him and had nicknamed him "Slug Lips." He was several years older than I, majority age, even. All of our dates had consisted of a trip to McDonald's, followed by video games in the back room of another burger joint, but I went out with him after graduation, since we were going "somewhere nice."
He took me to Shoney's.
I was home by 11.
And still pissed about it. ;)
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