Then some more happened, so that’s ok.
Remember how, weekend before last, I was all, “All work and no play makes Neurotic Owl something something” and said that posting would be a bit sketchier? And then, immediately … Continue reading
I feel like this one might merit explanation.
If, for some reason, like never having been a determinedly romantic and dreamy 13-year-old girl, you aren’t familiar with Dante Gabriel Rosetti, behold: I love a painter who picks one … Continue reading
Introducing another childhood fear!
Can I just say that if you have a young child who’s already terrified of the dark, and showers, and being left alone, and spiders, and needles, and, really, life, … 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
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
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.
Talking to other humans, eep.
And I agree with him. Making phone calls is terrifying and a leetle bit panic-inducing and nauseated-making. In fact, my most hated part of my job is the phone calls … Continue reading
It’s VAN DAY! (That’s a thing now.)
Y’all! Y’all! Remember this? Remember how I said it needed expanding? And then I waited with bated breath and you guys probably forgot it existed because you have lives and … Continue reading
I’m not great at drawing cars.
That’s supposed to be a Gremlin, just so you know — not because that’s what I drive, I have a reasonably reliable although somewhat elderly Honda Accord named Kaylee, but … Continue reading
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