Grrrrriffyndorrrr! (But I’m still a Hufflepuff.)
You may have noticed that I didn’t get around to posting anything yesterday. Two reasons: I was up late Friday night working on designs, had to work Saturday 12-4:30, and … Continue reading
Oh, Beardsley. You naughty scamp, you.
Have you ever sat and looked through a large book of Beardsley prints with a bunch of really young college students? I did, back when I was in grad school … Continue reading
So, no joke, I JUST now noticed that I left the H out of Owlphonse.
And okay, his name is also spelled with one more A and one less O and W, but that’s a joke and the missing H is just dumb. It’s going … Continue reading
Sometimes I regret my choices.
Which is why I went back and redid the caption for this one — as I recall, it was my first art owl and I hadn’t quite worked out the … Continue reading
No, I really am. It’s okay.
You know that feeling where the self-loathing and frustration and anger and hurt all just pile up reeeeeeeally slowly, so slowly that you can’t always tell it’s happening until some … Continue reading
You’re turning violet, Violet!
I say this as someone who loves Willy Wonka (both movies in different ways, but the book first and foremost) and Roald Dahl in general — you should not … Continue reading
Because didn’t you always want to see an owl in a chastity belt?
This is not going to help my Google search terms list.
I swear, I’ve had it in the back of my head to post all day today, but the front of my head has been busy figuring out what these people … Continue reading
This one’s for my mom and also my. . . um. . . aunt-in-law?
My sister-in-law’s mother, that is, and it’s because she and my mother both love Impressionism immensely. If I ever have free time again (hah!), I’ll probably compile all the art … Continue reading