We’ve been very fortunate here in Perth. With the way our State government has handled the COVID pandemic it means that Perthites are able to enjoy freedom with minor social distancing restrictions and hygiene requirements. It also means that Urban Sketchers in Perth are able to be out and about enjoying what we like to do, sketch socially on location.
Stomp Cafe in North Perth was our agreed meeting point.
Twelve urban sketchers joined us on this glacial Winter morning. Fortunately for me during lock down I had purchased a $3 pair of fingerless gloves from the reject shop, for the sole purpose of Winter sketching.
While some sketchers thought that a coffee and morning tea inside Stomp would be ideal to get those sketching fingers warmed up, others took their sketching stools and wandered around the cafe strip.
Urban Sketching : Lesson 101
Do NOT sit for a lengthy period in the doorway of a medical centre.
An urban sketchers kit should also include ear plugs! We learnt the hard way. Whilst Sketchbook Blue and I were standing along the main road of Fitzgerald Street sketching the fire hydrant, Ms J plonked herself down in the doorway of the medical centre. It was a Sunday so it was closed to the general public. Bad move!
I made a joke to Ms J about appearing homeless by sitting where she was. Fifteen minutes later, the deafening alarm startled us. There was no way we could stay , firstly because of the deafening noise, and secondly we were drawing too much attention. Not that we were doing anything wrong. We were merely armed with our deadly sketching weapons!
Sketchbook Blue managed to add colour to her sketch, I only managed to ink mine and who knows what Ms J managed. She’s a self confessed slow sketcher. So maybe a pencil drawing of the door way haha!
We realised that the alarm is a deterrent for any undesirables who loiter for too long outside the surgery. Great idea but not for urban sketchers.
So I said to the waiter…….
He was only doing his job. Delivering our orders and removing finished meals and drinks, politely asking if we needed anything else. I just couldn’t help myself . Looking at Ms J and referring to our table number , he asked “can I take your number?“. My mouth spoke before my brain had time to think “that sounds like a pick up line” I cheekily smiled and chuckled amusing myself. I don’t think he was too amused. He left without a response or reaction, taking our table number and returning inside to the cafe. Oh well, he was probably a uni student working part-time on a brisk Winter Sunday, just wanting to get his job done and to get paid.