I know that, when the next person walks into the waiting room, out of all the chairs, they’re going to go for the one that I’m drawing.
She does, but luckily by then I’ve drawn the chair itself and I can move on to the houseplant and the drawer unit next to it.
It’s a chair that would go well in the consulting room at 221b Baker Street.
Back at Barbara’s brother’s, I draw the end of the sofa that sits next to the laid-back armchair that set me off sketching seating last week.
It isn’t Holmesian like the wing-back, but it’s got enough character to be the centrepiece in a set for a retro situation comedy.
There are some drawable dining chairs at Filmore and Union in the Redbrick Mill in Batley but how can I resist drawing the box of fruit (and a head of broccoli) behind the counter.
I take a photograph, so that I can add the colour later (although I think that I could have managed perfectly well from memory this time).
This old car – a Morris Oxford? – brings back distant memories for me. That shade of pale green was popular in the late 1950s and early 60s; as I remember it, our Austin A40 was a similar colour.