Arty farty

Or not...

Had a nice quiet Saturday lined up so I thought I'd take the chance to try my hand at pastels. Turns out I suck! And I made a mess. When Andy came home he took one look at my "art" and asked if I'd been babysitting. Harumph.

However I'm going to be a grown up about it and blame it on my tools. Stupid cheap pastels stifled my inner creative genius. How can an artist work under such conditions?