there's hope for my handwriting yet.

this is a true story.

i drafted a doc in preparation for a meeting last week, reviewed it with the boss, made some edits, but then didn't have time to incorporate them. i asked a co-worker for help taking over the doc, WITH a disclaimer that my writing might be hard to read.

i got this note in return:

  

"did not know WTH you meant"

dang it!

but here's the proof.  i stared at my own red lines for twenty minutes before i made sense of what i had written, not three hours earlier.

a prize goes out to the genius who can dissect that mess of red print.

 

BUT THERE'S HOPE!

i spent my afternoon with melissa esplin of isly learning the basics of calligraphy.  this is in me, right? vouch for me, friends, i can do this.  my compulsive doodling and writing needed this kind of jolt in order to make a proper come back.

oh baby, it's going to take some practice, but i think i can do this.

i can't wait until i'm natural enough with the basic alphabet and loop-di-loops to get my own style down and really go at it.

 

melissa made it look so easy - and instilled the same courage in the rest of us rookies. not to mention, she hooked us up with all the basic supplies and plenty of practice paper.  someday, when i've moved beyond the tracing paper, i'll send each of you something pretty in the mail!