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.
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
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