It’s so weird that when I started posting on this blog I was wowed if one of my drawings got like, seven notes in several months, and now, even on my much younger art blog, I see 40 notes in a week on a drawing of something pretty obscure (like Eleanor of Aquitaine and Marie Antoinette) and I just nod in approval like that’s perfectly normal.
I’m still surprised and flattered, because I draw things mostly for myself, so other people’s feedback and interest makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, but it doesn’t flabbergast me like it used to.
What I’m trying to say is that all of you people are great, and I love that what I do makes you guys happy too. Thanks for sticking around, and thanks for sharing my work :)
I stayed late at work today (half an hour) because one of our parents was caught in horrible traffic coming from London on the M4 (he works at Heathrow and the M25 had a horrible accident that closed it on and off all day).
So now that half hour will get added onto the…12 hours of time owed back to me (lolololololol).
Maybe I’ll take some of that time back tomorrow.
If I can.
(lololol i never get to take my toil back because everyone else is always taking theirs AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)
Because three weeks from today I will be in America, hanging out with my family in some form or another (the details of who is picking us up is still in the air), and I will be celebrating my littlest little brother’s bar mitzvah with his family (and doing a reading? I CAN’T BELIEVE HE WANTS ME TO DO A READING. I’M GOING TO BE GROSS SOBBING THE WHOLE TIME.) and then at the end of my trip I get to celebrate my little sister’s birthday.
And inbetween will just be so much hanging out with people and finding people who have time to see us and just generally enjoying some time off and going through boxes at my parents’ house.
It’s going to be amazing and I’m so excited.
It is a terrible idea to leave me to my own devices when it comes to dinner.
Last time it happened, I forgot to eat until about 10:00, and when I stood up I was actually dizzy with hunger. WHOOPS.
I am a terrible role model.
i still can’t believe americans don’t call car parks
car parks wtf
is that where you bring your car on weekends so it can play with other cars
NO IT’S WHERE YOU PARK YOUR FUCKING CAR
Almost like an area of land, a lot if you will, for parking cars. A parking lot.
My husband just rolled over in his sleep and nibbled on my knuckle and I couldn’t help myself and I asked him what he was doing.
"The egg thing."
And I lost it a little and in the middle of giggling he explained that he was having dreams about Easter eggs. But that actually only raises further questions. And then he said he was disappointed that there were no eggs.