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!
We had our first snow today! Of course, it was all gone about an hour later and it has been raining since, but seeing those fat flakes when I opened the blinds this morning was pretty exciting. That first glimpse of snow had me thinking about all of my favourite snowy activities before I remembered that I can’t actually do any of them this winter (what with the gigantic belly and all). I especially love skating outside and really wanted to be eating a Killaloe Sunrise BeaverTail on the Rideau Canal today.
I’ve noticed that, in the States, skating is not exactly the essential life skill that it is in Canada. Even here in Connecticut, the climate is way too mild to support the countless makeshift rinks that popped up in the parks, school yards, and backyards of my youth. If we ever make it back to Canada, poor Doodle will end up being the kid stuck in goal wearing his boots.
PS – Just in case you’re wondering which Leaf wore #7… Tim Horton, of course! Yum!
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…
“Ho, ho, the mistletoe…” Oh no. As soon as I started drawing that mistletoe (okay, more like as soon as I googled it to see what the stuff actually looks like), I started singing Christmas songs. Not good. Yes, I am drawing some Christmas stuff already, but that’s solely for the benefit of those freaks who have actually started to buy Christmas cards from my shop (no offense intended to any freaks who are already Christmas shopping), not for my own pleasure. I mean, it’s not like I’m already planning my Rockefeller/FAO Schwarz trip, or pouring over Etsy for the perfect gifts (it’s strictly research). And it’s not like I already have a Christmas wreath on my door or something (for your information, it’s a seasonal wreath). Seriously… freaks! “I don’t know if there’ll be snow…”
Last week, I had a customer send me a nice message explaining that the print she was buying would be a Christmas gift for some friends. So, that got me thinking about holiday cards for my shop. Just because I’m not on top of… anything, I guess other people are. Anyway, here is my first (insert winter holiday) card design. I would like to think that the rabbit is giving the fox a nice, thoughtful gift (hand knitted rabbit-fur scarf, perhaps?), and not simply an offering of “please don’t eat me” food. There aren’t many places to hide in that snow globe.
Speaking of Christmas on Etsy, I’d like to recommend my friend Kris’ brand new shop for all of your throw pillow needs. I got to see her inventory in person this week and was so impressed with the quality and cuteness of her creations.
The day I drew this picture, there were at least a dozen crows in our backyard. They were strutting around, scaring off the squirrels, and just generally being intimidating. Doodle has been trying to say “crow” all week, I think. It sounds suspiciously like his words for “car” and “cookie,” though, so I’m not sure if he’s really trying to say “crow,” or if the crows have gotten to him and are using him in an attempt to procure treats and transportation.