Wednesday evening some friends we hadn't see in years took us to an early dinner at Red Lobster in Salem, Oregon. I brought my sketchbook along. I don't know how I could have been so forgetful, but I left my sketchbook in the booth where we were sitting--we left at 5 p.m., just before the evening rush.
By the time I realized I had left it behind, it was too late. When we called Red Lobster, no one had turned it in and my sketchbook was gone. My name wasn't in the book. I'm praying my "logo," BLN, which is included in each drawing, will give enough of a clue that the person who found my sketchbook will be able to find me.
This sketchbook is filled with notes on life and drawings of people I love--including a brave young lady, who has been very ill. I have also been working on a cartoon of my cat. I had scanned in every one of those drawings, except, somehow I missed the most important one--a drawing of the brave girl I wrote of at the beginning of this paragraph. How I missed scanning it in, I don't know. The finished piece was to be a gift.
If you are the person who picked up my sketchbook, perhaps you are trying to find me--please write to me at beth @ niquette. net. The reward for the return of my sketchbook is an original drawing to express my gratefulness. The art would be of anything you like.
I would be eternally and ever grateful to you--would likely hug you to bits should you return my sketchbook. I can't tell you how much this would mean to me.
My offer is a long shot, I know. Like a finding needle in a haystack. I don't know if I ever will hear from the person who took my sketchbook. If this person contacts me, it would be a miracle.
Toez in a Roze is one of the sketches in my sketchbook, as is the dear brave girl above. I'm praying for a miracle.