Playing around with the sketchbook Grandma gave me, made of handmade paper. It’s a really cool looking book, it’s all thick and texture-y like an old hardback novel and I was scared of messing it up with all its fragile unable-to-be-ripped-out pages, but I finally said ‘fuck it’ and dove right in. The pen didn’t even bleed or go all weird on the bumpy surface, so yay!