making nice

black freckles

the point of these is a bit unclear... and yet they keep coming.

and now for my thrift shop finds:


the frame was empty when purchased... just another drawing.

i managed to give my finger a freckle tonight when i accidentally stabbed myself with the quill that had just been dipped in ink. i'm hoping this goes away...

pen in hand

i've spent some time on these accidental illustrations about a little girl named adelaide and her misadventures and nursery not-so-rhymes.

and i went shopping. perhaps not the best pictures to do it justice, but i'm in love.

quills and cats in bags

a very dear friend of mine has gone away for a while and chicken has been so upset about it that to cheer him *cough(me)cough* up, he got into a bag and i enjoyed the pun that walked around the living room making all sorts of noises. and the letters that i write are also a condolence of sorts, as they keep me company as well.

nova scotia

or somewhere other wise, very far away.