Manic Pixie Otter plays the spoons.
Who wants to be on the washboard?
In which Neurotic Owl pursues the arts, and the arts pursue someone else.
. . . and finds out he’s 6 months too late. Aww. Still, who doesn’t love Wales in February? Just kidding, I’d love Wales anytime. Anyone want to send me … Continue reading
And the first SCAer to critique his authenticity will make him cry. Or get the shiv, whatever.
In fact, this is heavily based on a gorgeous piece a friend of mine recently made for her husband. I should have gotten a copy of the picture from her, … Continue reading
wigglewigglewigglewigglewiggle yeah. He works out.
And now that’s in your head. Sorry.
He also wanted me to ask if you like him. Check yes or no.
This seemed like a Sunday kind of thing. (See? I know what day it is!)
. . . and was never heard from again. For decades he wandered lost, subsisting on Swedish meatballs and lingonberry soda, praying for a Sherpa to show him the way … Continue reading
So, yeah. Clearly today is actually Saturday. Good job, me.
So I had yesterday off work and thus, despite knowing it was Friday, posted as if it were Saturday because brains, not so much. The Queen of Hearts thinks that … Continue reading
Saturday! Time for a change of pace.
Sometimes I make dolls/sculptures/doll-like things. This one was for a Fiber Arts Guild gallery show years ago, and based on ‘She Walks in Beauty like the Night’. She’s pretty large … Continue reading
I feel like his initials may have let him down here.
So yes, I should have posted this in time for that holiday we had, but I drew it after the fact. Anyone else remember making mailboxes or decorated bags for … Continue reading
In Defense of Neurotic Owl
First of all, now I have Stephen Lynch’s ‘In Defense of a Peepshow Girl’ in my head, so thanks, me. The thing I’ve been thinking about, though, is this. This … Continue reading