I've been itching to flex my calligraphy muscles, lately. It's an ancient art form that I thoroughly enjoy doing. Apparently, calligraphy is experiencing a resurgence, of late. Now that Aimee has this, I can finally share it with you, too. You see, Aimee has a framed poem in her cubicle at work that I just adore. It is a poem that Kelly, her daughter, wrote 5 or 6 years ago, when she was a freshman in high school. Those of us with kids know that these are the best gifts we get from our kids - the ones that don't cost anything, the ones that come from the heart. The ones that they really put thought into. Every time I visit Aimee's cube, I read it again. Every time I read it I laughed. I offered to reproduce the poem in calligraphy for Kelly to give it again this year. She loved the idea and gave me the go-ahead. It took me about a week, working on it here and there for a no more than an hour per day. I took pictures as I went so that you could enjoy the process, which typically goes something like this...
Figure out what size pens you have
Guestimate which one will work best given the length of the work and the size of the paper
Line the paper for the appropriate size pens and guesswork
Write out the entire work in pencil
Proof read it
Proof read it again
Get someone else to proof read it
Fix any errors
Procrastinate
Do some of it in ink until your hand tires
Procrastinate
Repeat previous 2 steps until complete
Erase pencil lines
Add squiggly lines
Look again for errors - though probably too late
I took it over to Aimee last night and she really liked it. Ss always, and as if to solidify our original relationship as Project Director/Survey Programmer, she found an error within a few minutes. There's always something. Can you spot it? I bet you can.
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