a-frame of mind

Wow.  Cheesy title.  A couple of weeks ago, I got a request for a gift certificate for my custom house portrait.  I don’t know why I hadn’t already thought of putting one of these in my shop.  Anyway, it was like this but with words and stuff.

I don’t think I’ve ever actually been in an A-frame house, but there’s something about them that appeals to me in a woodsy, chalety, way.  I guess it’s not really the house itself that I like as much as the potential of pleasant and owl-infused surroundings that I imagine must go with them.

Campbell and Cullom

Well, that was a long sick day!  Actually, it was more of a hibernation, but I’ve emerged – a little disoriented, somewhat energized, and seriously disappointed that I didn’t manage to use up the fat that I stored last fall.  In addition to the lengthening days, a series of commissions helped drag me out of my den.  This is a custom house portrait that a very sweet girl ordered as a gift for a neighbour she was leaving behind when she moved into her first house.  I love hearing the stories behind the purchases of my prints and am regularly impressed by pure thoughtfulness.  Either I have especially nice buyers, or people in general are nicer than I give them credit for (I’m betting on the former).

Hunca Munca

dollhouse-blog

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.

how do they know?

birdfeeder-blog

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.

and then there were five

famportrait-blog

I’m back!  I took the liberty of giving myself a nice long maternity leave while reacquainting myself with life with a newborn (pure… um… joy).  Doodle’s little sister (Doodette?  Twoodle?  Me Toodle?) was born one month ago today!  In celebration, I drew a new family portrait for my “About Me” page.  I have to admit that this doesn’t really look all that much like my husband.  In fact, it’s weirding me out a bit that this four-fingered stranger has his hand on Doodle’s head like that.

Let the regular updates resume!  Hopefully…

a place for everything

kidshelf-blog

While looking at my new galleries last week, I thought that the three “Shelves and Cabinets” drawings looked kind of lonely, so I decided to add to their ranks.  There is something very satisfying about well-organised kid stuff.  So far, we’ve managed to avoid the “more kid stuff than you have space for” trap, even in our little apartment (the same cannot be said for our grown-up stuff), so all of Doodle’s toys, etc., actually go to the proper place before bedtime.  Luckily, Doodle is still young enough to think that this is an okay game, too.

PS – Happy Thanksgiving, Americans!  I hope you enjoy your turkey/tofurky, football, parade… and then that freaky shopping thing you do on Friday.  Don’t get hurt.

an unforeseen benefit of having an attic bedroom


Snow day!  It hasn’t snowed here yet, but there are rumours floating around about snow nearby.  We got a couple of pretty good snows last year, but it’s been years since I’ve lived somewhere with really satisfying winters.  My husband’s newfangled snowshoes haven’t even been out to play since Kalamazoo (um… three cities and four years ago).  I can’t look at old school snowshoes like these ones without thinking about my old friend Tammy, who, while snowshoeing with our grade 4/5 class at a nearby nature centre, managed to break her thumb.  How the?  Snowshoeing accident… really?  Her cast was pretty sweet, though, and I was a little bit jealous of it.  I wonder if Tammy ever thinks about that fateful day in Eden Mills.  Facebook, here I come…