My friend Anette came over for a visit. We cooked an Indian meal, made coffee, and spent an hour sketching in the living room.
I started out drawing her with her sketchbook, then got distracted by the clutter on the table. I happen to really like drawing clutter - it's fascinating how each thing sort of just grows from the last, and in the end you have an entire tabletop (or cupboard, or pile, or ...) full of stuff that all fits together. Or - if you lose focus along the way - maybe you end up with one that doesn't fit together at all, but that is just as interesting to look at.
Incidentally, this does not look like Anette at all - I almost immediately gave up on trying to catch her likeness in the face, and moved on to all the beckoning distractions of her surroundings.
Ink pen and a few touches of colour pencil, in large Moleskine sketchbook.