Stuart and I very romantically made a pact not to do anything for Valentine's Day, not even cards. But I will probably buy one of the half-price box of chocolates on sale tomorrow and eat half of it in one sitting while wearing full Regency costume and lounging languidly within a National Trust property.
Oh, and I almost forgot!
This week in watercolour class, we painted a clothed model (for last week's disgruntled woman, who actually did turn up this week). The colourful drapery was fun, but there didn't seem to be enough time to do it justice. It was a little better than last week, I didn't just stand there wondering what to do, but painting this way with watercolour still feels so foreign to me. I used to do 'painterly' kind of work ages ago with oil paints, but I used to make the paint look so muddy that I think I went the other way, trying to contain everything within clean lines and using flat, solid colours. So now I'm trying to unlearn some of my mental rules.