Despite my awful allergies, the last few weekends have been fairly peaceful. My husband, at a recent medieval event, decided to take up illumination as a fun hobby, so one Saturday (5/31), I woke up and found this going on:
My husband had spent the morning practicing with his new pens and inks and then had moved on to finally building the desk catapult I'd gotten him for Christmas. He's still resisting taking it to his job, even though I found stale marshmallows as the perfect item to fling. As this continued, I countered with my own form of relaxation:
I was knitting and there was gaming about to begin, so the character sheets, knitting book, and dice bag.