fine art supplies

lozartist  asked:

I saw your glue post and it reminded me of the beginning of the Adult Coloring Book trend when the Michaels I worked at routinely ran out of colored pencils and had stopped carrying more than one style of pencil sharpener like a month before demand skyrocketed. I was a framer and right next to the fine art supplies, therefore I couldn't escape the constant questions about why we don't carry pencil sharpeners. Most annoying thing in my 5 years working there. Thank God I got out. I wish you luck.

The coloring book trend has tapered off a little bit, but we’re still perpetually out of the sets of Prismacolor pencils. The people who are into them are REALLY into them, and there’s a couple nursing homes around here that keep a stock of them for the residents for when they host coloring nights. We’re scrambling to keep up with demand, but most people have gotten their basic supplies and the horror of the adult coloring book trend has equalized. We now have one drive aisle instead of… three and a half. 

NEW SUPPLY DAY! I’ve been waiting super impatiently for this jetpens order but I think it’s gonna be super worth it! 


-Big Black Bee Vol.1 9x9 Recycled paper sketchbook (from Blick) 

-Uni Boxy Eraser - Black

-Zebra Disposable Brush Pen - Super fine 

-Zebra Sarasa Push Clip Gel Ink Pen (.3mm, Black) 

-Uni Alpha Gel Kuru Toga Mechanical Pencil (.5mm, Turquoise *o*)

-Uni-ball Signo Broad UM-153 Gel Ink Pen - White

-Uni Kuru Toga Pencil Lead - .5mm, HB

-Sonic Rachetta Capsule Pencil Sharpener 

Muse// Kunpimook Bhuwakul

Originally posted by jackseunie

Summary:An artist who once struggled to find her muse, finds it in a park.

Pairing: Bambam X Reader

Genre: i don’t know honestly, maybe fluff ??

Author’s Note: Bambam is my bias and he doesn’t have enough scenarios written about him, so I am literally going to pile so many scenarios on the blog about him. Rip. sara xoxo

  Sitting in the park, alone and unbothered, was something you frequently did. Whether it was because you were upset and needed time alone, in need of some sort of muse for your drawings, or simply because you wanted to sit and listen to your music in peace. Today, though, you had your sketchbook in your lap , along with the array of different colored pencils, pastels, fine tipped markers, every art supply you owned with you.

“Fuck,” you murmur to yourself as you began to scribble out yet another potential drawing, another page of your sketch book wasted. It had been hard for you to find any type of muse lately, simply because of the fact that you felt as if you had drawn everything you knew.

  You drew the outside of coffee shops you went to, you draw the people in the cities as they cross the streets, you’ve drawn this park at least a thousand times. But, you couldn’t find it.

And then he showed up.

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