Unless you know me very well, and very few do, I keep a lot (or most) sort of buried. But this morning I've taken a coffee break from work and browsed my way around Amazon, starting at what point? I can't even remember what led me down the colored pencil path; I didn't start there or with that intent. But there is medical stuff (again) going on in my house today. Most of my days are somehow touched in this way, but not all of them involve moments that are clearly life-changing. So, I browse... and I see all of this:
Don't forget - other than with fabric, where I'm completely at the other end of the color spectrum, I work mostly/mainly/almost always in black and white.
Do I wish I could buy all of these books? Not really. Probably only one of them would be "the" book. But I wish I could thumb through them all! And I'm inspired just to see all the covers.
And maybe I wish for the time to become the person who could have these books and use them.
Do I wish I could turn back time? Pretty often.
(On other color fronts, I'm looking at pastel pencils to inspire my once-a-week pastels artist to do more pastels at home. I thought the 'pencil' variety might interest him.)