flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
You’ll be seeing poor Anne clinging to a stump very soon, but first:
So, I tend to draw while I’m sitting at the laundromat (or I did till I started this crazy new embroidery project, about which more later), and I thiiiiiink this one may have freaked out the owner. She didn’t ask, and even if she had, Anne of Green Gables probably isn’t part of her cultural capital and so it would be a long and weird explanation leading nowhere. But yeah, unless you know exactly what’s going on here, it sure does look like I’m lavishing a lot of time on drawing a dead kid in some sort of swirly grave. So that was fun.