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The Flower in a Bag

I don't remember how the bag came into my possession. Suffice to say it got well played with over the Christmas season, and is now cumpled, tatty and generally, quite the worse for wear.

I was trying to decide whether to throw it in the recycling or do something crafty with it before chucking it out.

So I decided to try drawing a flower on its crumpled but blank innards.

As you do.

There was a logic to my madness - which was that I'm not very good at drawing flowers, and doing a doodle inside a hidden and soon-to-be-thrown-out bag is as good a place to practice as any.

I grabbed one of my LittleOne's colouring-in pens.  Again, it reduces any expectations and pressure. (I think I've previously mentioned that I have a pretty savage inner critic?)

Anyway, I came up with this.
Photo taken in the kitchen with as much fluorescent light as I could get into the gift bag with one hand, while holding my phone with the other.

Actually, you know what? I thought to myself in tones of doubtful surprise, that's kinda not bad.

So I played with it in my Photoshop Express app. 

First, I went through interesting permutations trying to blend that streak of light.

The black and white filter helped.
I couldn't reduce the texture, so I expanded it.

LittleOne had a couple of awesome goes.


Then, a couple of final flippy and colour variations to finish off.
 And there you go. Not a bad result for a flower in a bag. Even if I do say so myself!

PS. I haven't thrown the bag out yet.

PPS. If you have a favourite, let me know!

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