My First

I don't really know why I started this blog. The name of it just came to me when I thought of how it might turn out.

I am currently in the middle of my GCSEs, the past week possibly being the busiest week of my life, but in no way the most important. Stressful it has been; but that has nothing to do with exams. I would really like to moan about it but then there's that feeling of guilt you get, that ultimately your just selfish and self centred. I suppose this is because as always, there are people who are far worse off than us and they just get on with it.
I don't know if I'm being hypocritical here, self centredness is surely writing a blog only about yourself? That's what I don't really want to do. I thought I might write something (each time I do write) about someone who means something to me or has been significant to my day, as well as anything else I can think of.

On this first one I'd like to mention my grandad. I've been thinking about him a lot this week and seeing as I only started this today I thought it should be him.
We have these pictures in our spare bedroom, there's three of them, all lilies and all painted in acrylic. The first is by my sister. I can't say that it's her best piece of artwork, but that's not the point. The second is by me and the third is by my grandad. They are dated 2003. Six years ago, when I was nine or ten. For years the one in the middle, mine, was missing, we couldn't find it anywhere and there were only two on the wall. Last year however, we found the third and the set was finally complete.
The pictures were painted when, on one sunny afternoon in Milton Keynes, me, my sister and my grandad sat for hours and painted a vase of lilies on the garden table.

This just reminded me of how my grandad was the one that encouraged me to do art. If it wasn't for him, I know for a fact i wouldn't have cared about drawing or anything creative. I remember how proud I was in one art lesson when I was the only one who knew what a vanishing point was, obviously this was down to him as well. It was him and how I was so proud to see the amazing paintings he did that sparked off my interest in one of my favourite hobbies.

It's probably a boring story for anyone else who reads it but it's important to me and that's why I wrote it down.

I don't know how many more of these I'll get round to doing, but for now


(in the words of my grandad)
cheerio