turtle

I’ve been dabbling with artsy fartsy classes on a site called Skillshare for a few weeks now. One of my assignments in the hand lettering class was to nannyincorporate a quote or saying with an animal.

Going against my initial desire to do something with rainbow-farting unicorns, I remembered that my 92-year-old grandmother handed me a small garden turtle the day we moved to Vermont.

It was sitting on my window sill when I was brainstorming ideas.

“Put it in your garden. I love turtles,” she had said. She’s hard to hear, but I was pretty sure I heard her correctly. Never mind the fact that the turtle
wasn’t in the garden–I kept it in the house for posterity’s sake as my kids manage to break everything not made of kevlar lately.

A few weeks after moving in, I mentioned the turtle to my aunt and my cousin.

“She loves turtles,” my cousin said. “She says that in her next life, she’s going to come back as one.”

So, there we have it. It’s a bit off-kilter and my watercolor washes don’t necessarily translate so well via scanner, but I love it. It’s my first attempt at hand-lettering and I adore it. And turtles. I love turtles now, too.

And unicorns. Holy mackeral, do I love unicorns. Unicorns and Ed Sheerhan.