Drawing. A remarkable talent. One I’d like to have myself. Regrettably, I don’t. I would absoloutely adore being able to draw realistic pictures and costumes. As it is, I’m limited to some rather 2D sketches of medieval gowns. Because nothing else I draw even looks remotely like what it’s supposed to.
I used to draw some stuff and think, “Oh! I’m a magnificent artist. These are my best pictures ever!” and now I look at them and say, “Her eyes are uneven. Her hands are a quarter the size of her head.” and that sort of cynnical comment. Yeah. Talent has never abounded like glitterdust from a faerie hollow from my pictures.
If I could draw, I think that would be my hobby. Cause I really do enjoy drawing, even if I’m lousy. I’ll listen to an audio book and draw the women’s costumes from Cait’s wonderful books. Unfortunately when I show them to her, even the better ones, she’ll look and say, “Hey! It’s an Eowyn’s dress from Lord of the Rings,” or “I did not imagine that at all.” You can hardly blame her. Most of my prototypes really are Eowyn dresses. And my dresses for the Princess really aren’t what she would have worn. But I like my imaginings.