Friday, July 27, 2012

Friday Letters


Dear Brain (from Wednesday):
Get yourself in gear already. For reals. Creativity waits for no man, and you've got to start creating some decent words/writing/art SOMETHING. No one likes lazy gray matter. No one.

Dear Brain (from yesterday):
Well, dear, when I said get in gear I didn't mean overdrive. Creative juices are flowing again at deluge intensity . . . . Dandy. Now can we just pick a outlet for it? I mean, other than the dreams with six-foot-tall jellies battling dragons and dinosaures (yeah, that totally happened last night) . . . You have me writing stories, doodling, and dreaming of opening an Etsy shop (just to see) . . . and now I'm thinking of so many things at once, it's exhausting. Is there no middle ground with you? NONE????

Dear Hands:
These past few years have been rough. I've neglected you, not cared for you, but, to be fair, you've lacked the "itch." Once upon a time, I CRAVED using you to pick up pencils and paper and create a face, a world, a life . . . but you just haven't wanted it badly these past two years, have you? Nope, no a bit. So, yesterday, I slapped you into shape, and, once again, we were covered in graphite and eraser dust. It was a glorious thing. Sure, you haven't advanced since way back when, but how could you when I didn't push you? We've got to work together on this thing. We were never true masters of the sketchbook . . . but it feels nice to try again . . .

Dear Hubs:So, now we not only want a house, but we want to be falconers? You should know better than to taunt me with my lifelong dream. Seriously, working with birds of prey would be THE coolest . . . and stop sending me pictures, you're making it worse . . . .

A Boobook Owl . . . And I shall call him "Cumberbatch"

Dear Pipkin:
You're always in the way. Always. But I love you for it. You purr like nobody's business and you give my hand kisses as if you were a puppy.  Yes, sometimes you stink and you ever shut up and display a special kind of "non-brilliance," but you're my furball.

"OBVIOUSLY you laid this stuff out to be my new bed . . . because I'll sleep wherever I'm not supposed to and on anything BUT my cat bed . . . Be grateful I find your possessions worthy of housing my bum. Puny human."


  1. Your drawings are amazing!!

    I'm so glad you told me you were following me!

  2. Wow - I am really digging those sketches! Do you have any old sketches you've done? You should totally post those! I am always very impressed when people can draw faces... mostly because I can't draw people. AT all. It's quite embarrassing, really.

    PLEASE be a falconer. That would be the coolest thing ever! And I don't think I've ever seen a more adorable owl!

  3. Wow, those drawings are amazing! and so is the rest of your blog :) I can't wait to read more!

  4. Thanks so much, ladies!

    Danielle -- Thanks for the follow back! Yay for bloggish connections! :]

    Kelsea -- I would KILL to be a falconer. Chris is thinking that maybe it's a hobby we'll take up after retirement or something . . . you know, something to keep our lives interesting . . . and that we'd finally have plenty of free time to devote to it, as it apparently needs LOADS of time.
    I would LOVE to be able to post older sketches, but I can't find my folder of favorite sketches! It's driving me batty! I know it's in the house SOMEWHERE!! AH!

    Chelsea -- Thank you so much! :] I look forward to reading your blog as well!

  5. Those faces are pretty darn good! I know I couldn't draw like that! I got your comment on my blog about how your dad interviewed Chris before he could date you. We have some hardcore parents, don't we? I was much more okay with it because I got to be there though--I would not have wanted to be on the outside waiting and wondering :P

    By the way, if you want to, you can change your profile to allow your email address to show, and then people can email you directly back when they reply to your comments on their blog. If you want to!


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