He’s not great at tying knots.
This is what happens when he spends too much time at Manic Pixie Otter’s . . . den? burrow? space station? I’m going to go with den. In case you’re … Continue reading
FAAAAAAAALCOOOOOOOR!
Which is nice for him, I’m sure, since I’m currently overcommitted as usual and feeling sliiiightly hysterical. Excuse me, I may be retreating back to the blanket fort. It’s going … Continue reading
This isn’t apropos of any actual fame. I was just in a Warhol-y kind of a mood.
Blanket forts are about as close as I get to camping, too.
A broom to prop up your sheet, a pile of pillows, some good books — this is so much better than that kind with the scary bugs and scorpions and … Continue reading
I want a puddle to splash in! I would also like ducky boots and a froggy brolly and a pony and a plastic rocket.
I swear this is the end of the silly wordplay drawings. Maybe. Probably not, though.
He tangoes with wolves, to be accurate.
And if you don’t think I spent a stupid amount of time considering how to draw a wolf doing the tango, you don’t yet fully comprehend my tendency to overthink … Continue reading