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.
I vaguely remember a time when being sick was actually kind of fun. Being forced to slow down a bit, relax, sleep in, eat comfort food… wait – that sounds really fun. Anyway, being sick with two little kids at home is no fun at all, especially when they’re sick, too. I want a sick day.
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.
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.
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.
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!
“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…”