I’ve been knitting/thinking about knitting a lot lately. I’m trying to finish this stuuupid scarf that I started Iwon’tadmithowmany years ago so that I can get onto my Christmas aspirations. Maybe I should just start now for Christmas 2010. I’ll fake sick this year or something.
Anyway, I’ve also been thinking about sheep, while holding their once was wooliness in my hands. I figure that I’ll move to a farm one day and start a retirement home for sheep so that they don’t get muttonized. Really, it’s the least I can do, considering all they’ve done for me. Thanks, sheep.
Uhhhh… huh. This is kind of strange and I’m not sure how it evolved, but I assure you that there is nothing sinister going on here. I’ve had tails on the brain since the other day when Doodle announced that he would like a tail just like Hoob’s. I also have laundry on the brain way more than I’d like to, and today was, in fact, a good drying day. So, there you go. Next week: mice swimming in a sink full of dishes.
Doodle: “A monkey! Riding a bike! On the moon! Why?”
Me: “… well, it’s an ape… aaand, gee, I don’t know why.”
Doodle: (very disturbed) “But, that little monkey should be riding his bike on the sidewalk! Not on the street, and not on the moon.”
Doodle: (getting hysterical) “And where are the little monkey’s mom and dad? That little monkey shouldn’t be riding his bike without his mom or dad!”
Huh. I didn’t mean for this to be such a disturbing image! I guess it is kind of lonely, though. And I’m creeped out by chimpanzees in general these days (if you don’t know why, I’ll spare you). It’s a chimp, though, because of the whole um, chimp in space thing… did that really happen? Oh! It did! Ha! That’s kind of sad, though. Maybe I didn’t really think this one through… Anyway, I don’t know why Doodle assumed it was a “little monkey,” especially since the chimp is way too big for that bike.
But I’m way off track – I’m supposed to be talking about the Tri-State Trek in support of ALS research! This print will be in my shop soon and any proceeds made from the sale of it will go towards this year’s Trek. All of the proceeds from last year’s print still go to the Trek, too. My husband is making the 270 mile ride from Boston to NYC again this year!
Huh. I guess I thought it was Mothers’ Day, but it’s really Mother’s Day? Weird. In any case, I hope it was happy. I’m not sure what it means that I chose to mark the day with a drawing of my mom’s most feared animal (actually, it’s probably a toss up between bears and sharks). Sorry, Mom. I’m sure you’d have nothing to fear from a mother bear, though… especially if she has her cubs with her. Oh. I just made myself feel a little sick thinking too much about bear attacks.
I spent way too long trying to dapple these bears with sun, but it ended up looking more like mange, so I gave up for now.
Poor Hunca Munca found a very pink dollhouse to hang out in. This was going to be a portrait of my own dollhouse, which I became reacquainted with when Doodle found it at the cottage, but… well, it became pink and plastic and pretty darn ugly instead. I also didn’t mean to have a mouse inhabiting the attic, but at least I know where she came from. Out of the set of Beatrix Potter books, Doodle’s current favourite is Two Bad Mice. Wait a minute… I did clean some very mousy looking stuff out of the attic of my dollhouse last summer! I forgot about that. They’re probably in there right now! I’m okay with that, as long as they don’t chew anything up. Years ago, a mouse chewed Chip‘s face off. Seriously – just his face. Not cool.
If it weren’t already painfully obvious that watching the bird feeder is prime entertainment in my household, I guess it is now. Seriously, though – does there exist some kind of bird/squirrel 6th sense involving newly-filled birdfeeders? I imagine this being one in a series of drawings documenting a knock-down-drag-out over the contents of the feeder. I’ll put my money on the crows.
Happy winter solstice! I had nothing going on in the idea department this week, so here is a husband-suggested drawing. We finally got a nice layer of snow to hibernate under here in New England – just in time!