When I was a little girl, I desperately wanted to learn calligraphy. But I couldn’t.
Wanna know why?
It’s because I’m left handed and the one calligraphy booklet I owned was, of course, intended for right-handed people. So I made lemonade from lemons.
I studied my book (which I still have – somewhere) and carefully drew the script with markers.
It was by no means perfect.
But over the years I learned to accept that fact and began to love the quality of hand drawn letters.
It is what it is. My most frequently used new phrase.
I like to add this part…
So make it count.
P.S. Next week I’ll try to get something besides letters in that sketchbook.