Just started earlier this month but after watching Olga’s class of encouragement, I realized “…at least I started.” Nothing much to look at now, but now I am more determined — Thanks Olga! — to keep with it.

My penmanship has seriously degraded as my age increases, but here it is. Just as imperfect as every other human being even if their penmanship is gorgeous!

I like how I painted the sorta-ugly flowers then told myself to leave them alone. I recognized I was out of my comfort zone, but I know I have done better and will do better in this little book.

I found an image of a bluebird and ripped it out, wrote a memory of the first time I saw a bluebird and what my son said. More messy writing but a happy moment.