Neurotic Owl

flapping vaguely downward through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread

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As God is mah witness, I will never wear curtains again!

I promise, I’m definitely going to draw a more legit Bob Mackie cartoon, but thinking about what represents the ultimate Mackie design led me straight past sparkly dresses and Cher-wear … Continue reading

August 28, 2014 · Leave a comment

Today will have to be a brave day.

So, full disclosure, the amazing leggings I got were free, because my awesome friend Katie of Lineage Wear needed plus size brand ambassadors (basically, pictures of my big butt wearing … Continue reading

August 22, 2014 · Leave a comment

Because costumes for the playground are just what we do.

Not entirely coincidentally, I just finished a Susan Vreeland book about Renoir and his models during the time that he was painting ‘Le Dejeuner des Canotiers’, but now I want … Continue reading

August 20, 2014 · Leave a comment

Never go in against an eight-year-old when flowers are on the line.

Or a Sicilian when death is.  Vizzini might not take you down, but Sophia totally will. She’s killed before. Since I seem to be on a wedding kick, I remembered … Continue reading

August 19, 2014 · Leave a comment

Congratulations, Siky Butch & the Wife!

This is a very specific cartoon for two very awesome ladies who got married Saturday, so apologies if it doesn’t mean much to anybody else.  Cute, though, yeah?

August 18, 2014 · Leave a comment

Which is why there are big red scratches on my cleavage right now.

My Charlie cat is sweet and lovable and charming and clumsy as all hell.  He never scratches me on purpose, but he loves being on my lap or my shoulder, … Continue reading

August 15, 2014 · Leave a comment

Seriously, don’t mess with this bridesmaid.

I was reminded of this story the other night — a while back, I was a bridesmaid in my friend L’s wedding, and I have this tendency when my friends … Continue reading

August 14, 2014 · 4 Comments

Rococo dresses are like potato chips. You can’t have just one.

  Also, they’re ruffly.  And possibly salty, based on the difficulty of cleaning. Forget I said that last bit, it’s gross. True, but gross. Because swinging is super fun, but … Continue reading

August 11, 2014 · Leave a comment

Which was the term in his day, so stop giving me side-eye.

Aaaand here‘s a nice page on Poiret, one of the earlier designers to just plain ignore what humans are shaped like in favour of whatever oddly flanged column he felt … Continue reading

August 7, 2014 · Leave a comment

True, loyal, unafraid of toil? Check.

Because he cleans his truck thoroughly and often, because he (or his human avatar) will invent bacon wrapped churros with salted caramel dipping sauce when he says he will, and … Continue reading

July 30, 2014 · 2 Comments