May I borrow your Knife?
While sitting around a campfire as a child, I would watch my brother take a stick and his knife and whittle the stick to a sharp point. Being the little sister I naturally wanted to follow suit. I would find my own stick and ask him if I could borrow his knife. Everytime we were camping someone always had a stick and their knife.
Last night as I was preparing to start my new round of shoe drawings, I noticed that I was once again whittling. I had been shaving my pencils for 3 years now but had never noticed the similarities to my childhood. I have this urge to be perfect and not hurt the tip of the pencil. Somewhere along the line I worked to prefect the skill as much as I could.
Daily Designer Fact: gold toenail paint, green/blue striped short socks, black flats from big sis.