I’m going to go ahead and file this one under “I do it to myself.” See, I got it into my head that we needed an advent calender, mostly because I was always jealous of the kids who got to eat chocolate every morning of December. Then, I figured that I would just make one. Then I had to go and make it all complicated. So, here is my current design, patiently waiting to be realized in my holiday crafting material of choice: felted wool from old sweaters. Each of the 25 thingies (everything other than the tree itself) will be a pocket for some kind of tiny treat. Hmmm… I guess I’ll need to have room for two tiny treats in a year or two. Oh! That reminds me! I also have to make a new stocking for baby, AND a birthday banner in time for her quickly approaching first birthday! Good thing I have a lot of sweaters.
Uhhhhh… huh. Very weird things are going on with the colour here. And my monitor hates yellow on yellow, apparently, so now my eyes are all wonky.
So, yeah… fall, it is. November and all. Hoob and I came across a scene like this in the park the other day. The barren birches must have just lost their leaves, because the ground they stood on was ablaze, as opposed to brown and crunchy. I was so distracted by the trees that I almost let Hoob go after a duck in the river. I’m very sorry to have disturbed you, duck, but don’t you think the alarm you set off was a bit much? Really? You needed to get your 200 goose friends to tell us off? Next, I suppose, you’ll be calling in the swans.
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!
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.
“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…”