Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Illustration Friday: Silent


And then Walter did the only thing he could think of to make her silent.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Illustration Friday: Stripes


Round and round the narwhal tusk
Stripes of green in shades of dusk
Take my hand, come round with me
Let your heart and joy swim free

Mr. (albino) Narwhal, who was inspired by my sweet sisterfriend Ces's drawing of a sweatered narwhal,
is sporting a mustache in support of Movember.  Grow a mo!


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Thank you, thank you, thank you for all the amazing, fanciful, and tremendously entertaining stories conjured up by the above drawing!  I was tickled by all the stories.  You made me eat all my kettle corn!  Here are just a few highlight:

•  A roving reporter gets caught in a gust of wind that blows away her tiny interviewees as well as her earpiece

•  Magical butterflies are carrying away the seeds of spring

•  Pixies scatter to find her lost younger sisters to guide them back home

•  Her car broke down and started smoking.  Really badly.

•   She scratched her head trying to think of a solution to her brother's potential dating disaster and unleashed a great storm of dandruff

•  She is about to eat the magical seed of a wishflower, which can only grow and release its seeds during a fog

•  Lightning bugs are carrying away every drop of snowflake so that spring can finally arrive

There are many more, and I loved them all!  Thanks so much for playing with me.

xoxo

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Illustration Friday: Scary



Yay for carnivals!  A couple of weekends ago, the carnival came back to town, so of course, we had to go.  The kids love the rides, and I love watching them being spun and dropped and scared out of their wits.  Is that sadistic of me?

There's this one ride called The Zipper.  You have to be yea-tall to ride, and it costs five whole tickets, so you know it's a good one.  Plus, they don't accept single riders.   Basically, you sit inside a swinging metal cage with a little bit of padding, and it sends you looping round and round.  The number of flips you do is totally unpredictable.  Here's what it looks like:

  


My older daughter LOVES this ride, but my younger daughter chickened out.  Not that it mattered, because she was too short anyway.  I was hoping to find another single rider to partner with my daughter.  I even accosted a young boy, but he got this frightened look in his eye and pointed to a random girl and said she was going to ride with him.  Hehehe.  He probably went home to his mom and told her about a crazy lady going around saying, "You need a partner?  You need a partner?"

Anyhoo.  Now, I hate rides with big drops and flips.  Something about getting older and internal organs being all jiggly and loose makes the whole thing nauseating.  But the look of disappointment on my daughter's face... well, that just would not do.  So I had to suck it up.

"I'll ride with you.  See, Nona?  This is how much I love you." 

Oh.
My goodness.

It felt like an eternity of sheer torture.  To be honest, I don't remember much because I had my eyes squeezed shut the whole time.  And for the life of me, I could not stop screaming no matter how hard I tried.  At one point, I felt my cell phone slip out of my pocket and I watched it banging around our cage, up and down, like an angry, rabid honey badger in a trap.  

"Just close your eyes, Mom, close your eyes!  It'll be less scary that way!"  

Do you know what it's like to be coaxed off the edge of a nervous breakdown by your young child?  Not my proudest moment.

I'm happy to say that I survived the ride.  My cell phone lost a button, but at least I did not lose my lunch.