Slovenly Habits

Desperate times need desperate measures and with the day running away from me by over socialising, I am forced into an emergency blip of parading my slovenly habits by exhibiting this dirty paintbox.

I found this paintbox several moons and more ago when clearing out one of my relation's houses. It is very old judging by its condition and may well have belonged to someone in my mother's generation, but I have grown attached to it because of its compactness and history.
I'm not even sure if the paint tubs are a modern size and can be renewed.

The sketch is of the Central Library as seen from the cold damp stone seat beside a grave in Greyfriar's Kirkyard.