The youngest is away at camp. The eldest is either sleeping or staring at her phone in order to avoid very-late-in-the-day A level revision. So as Monday was a bank holiday, the other half and I squeezed in a cheeky trip to Saltaire. It was chucking it down. So we hid in a pub and stuffed our faces. Obvs.
And of course I paid a visit to the book shop in Salts Mill. Best. Shop. Ever.
I realised something while looking at all the fab kids books they have there. I like the simple books best. The board books. In my head I think I want to illustrate fancy picture books. Then people go on about expression and texture and movement and fiddly piddly detail and I try to be someone else. But really I just like a nice board book. Simple. Matt paper, not cheap and shiny. Nice colours. Quirky pictures. You have to do what you love really don't you?...
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