flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
But no, actually, I lurve doing this stuff. K was watching me do the scales on the lizard and she was all, “ooh, tons of tiny scales, teehee” and then I decided to add giant fucking topiaries because THAT’S HOW I DO. It is weirdly soothing.
Also, don’t ask me why a lady in a bustle dress is walking her giant lizard through a topiary garden, Saturday is why.
There will likely be enough of this silliness for another colouring book at the rate I’m going, but we’ll see whether I run out of ideas halfway there. It’s an adventure!