For years, my precious charcoal drawings were sitting in my sketchbook, waiting to be released from their mini prison. Today, I finally set them free.
If you know me, you know I get a lot of joy from organizing and doing other super productive things. I like to think of myself as a less intense version of Leslie Knope from Parks & Recreation. So, not only did I finally rip the cherished pages from my sketchbook but I also slid each piece in a plastic sleeve and put all the sketches in a (really cute) binder in chronological order.
Thanks to my inner Leslie, a cup of coffee and a trip I had made the day before to Michaels (where I try not to go more than once a week ... #addict), I was able to get all of this done in a flash. Also, I can't stand how adorable the binder is; I go crazy for coral and simply the act of resting my eyes on the gold pattern makes me happy.
Basically, it feels damn good to be organized especially when it concerns something you truly care about. Plus, it's a lot of fun.