Cheryl took a face-drawing class a week or so ago, and I was sorely envious. I rarely have the discipline to keep to an arty regime on my own (except for writing, which I DO do every day), and I now have no $$ for any art courses at all.
Cheryl is my Good King Wenceslas, and I'm trudging along in her footsteps.
Oh, and when I was done, I threw the dried up marker out.