So, last year, I finally did some self enrichment. First I had to convince the boys to take me to Greenhills. There I handled a pointed object dipped in ink. I took up calligraphy lessons.
Everything is so light and airy and pretty, including The Inkscribbler herself! I have not written anything with an effort to make it nice in so many years. My handwriting now, at best, is okay and legible so I was understandably nervous.
In a twist of roles, it was the boy who brought the mom to her class. Met my teacher and shook her hand.
It was an interesting few hours. Calligraphy is a beautiful art but I have a long way to go before I get anywhere near beautiful.
If there's one thing I learned, practice weighs a lot here and it's a reminder that I have to unearth my nib again.
shaky hands make for shaky letters |
Go and take new lessons! Yes, even if you're not a student on summer vacation.
Learn and explore this summer |
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