Last Christmas I was given this book and had a crazy idea that I’d be able to start writing in fancy, curly beautiful calligraphy text within a couple of days.
How wrong I was.
Not wanting to admit defeat and with a glimmer of hope that I somehow might be able to get the hang of some kind of creative pretty writing, My mum, sister and I went along to a brush lettering workshop run by Quill London.
Along with sample alphabets to practice with, attendees also get a brush, ink and paper and perhaps most importantly cups of tea and cake.
Our class was small enough for Emma and Teri to get around to each table a few times to see how we were finding it and give advise with anything we found tricky (in my case the letter f was impossible) and yet still big enough to be able to have a chat with those around you without thinking that the rest of the class could hear every word.
I was mostly uttering how insanely difficult it was to write my name, sympathising suddenly with five-year olds everywhere.
One of the things I liked most was the lack of ‘show and tell’ which I personally dread, so happily there was no risk of seeing other people’s work and suddenly realising that you are not a brush lettering artist after all. Instead we had a rather nice time sitting down for a couple of hours in a low pressure environment getting to try something new.
Why not have a try yourself?
I did not do this. But I wish I could.