While living in the States, I kind of missed the poppies every November. I like the way they stand out in a sometimes dreary month, worn on the lapels of coats freshly dug out of the closet for winter, uniting their wearers in some small way for those two weeks.
I’ve been a little under the weather since returning from my (highly entertaining) conference a couple of days ago. So, here’s my low-effort drawing for this week. It is, obviously, a counterpart to my chipmunk balloon card of a few weeks ago. I’m pretty much the worst ever at sending thank you cards. I figure I might be slightly more inclined to be a more gracious/appropriate/less jerky friend/relative if I had some thank you cards hanging around, and even more so if those I had hanging around were adorned with a shy chipmunk.
My family had a pet chipmunk for several years while I was growing up. His name was… wait for it… Alvin. Alvin was hit by a mouse trap at our cottage and was in a coma when we found him. My brother nursed him back to health, but it was pretty obvious that he would not do very well back in the woods (as evidenced by the fact that he begged for food from our dog). So, he ran around our house instead. Alvin ended up having a long and eventful life. Gee… now I’m all nostalgic. RIP, Alvin.
I get excited every year as April Fool’s Day approaches. I’m not sure why, though, since I’ve never really fooled anyone, been the fool, or even been witness to an exceptionally great fooling. Still, when noon rolls around each April 1st, I can’t help but feel a little disappointed, like an opportunity has been lost. Maybe Doodle and I will fold up a bunch of paper fish and stick them on some unsuspecting backs this Tuesday morning. “Hi, Landlord! Here’s your rent cheque and… Oooh! Poisson’d!” This is my year, folks! Updates on Wednesday.
Oh yeah, and for all you medievalists and (early) early modernists – happy new year!
Update: check out my fishy etsy treasury!