Saturday, July 14, 2012

Sunday Scribbling

I used to love drawing, but over the years I have picked up my pencils or my fine liner less and less. So I am challenging myself to try and do an illustration a week, and get those creative juices flowing again!

This week's offering is "Dr Peacocktopus buys a balloon".

Friday, July 13, 2012

That was the summer of ...

That was the summer of 1997 - when everybody called me Wah-wah Boobs, and it didn't occur to me to mind. That was the summer before I gave up smoking like a chimney (ummm ... it was more like 10 summers before I actually did that), before my Dad found out I stole his 7 inch single of Dueling Banjos from his house, when I couldn't wait to see if my chemically fucked, over-bleached hair would ever grow again, and I thought I'd never find someone honest enough to tell me just how awful I really did look in a high necked singlet top. That was the summer random strangers handed me half eaten pastries as I walked along the street.

(I know that most of you have watched Dirty Dancing and know where I've got my inspiration for this post from ...  the start of Dirty Dancing when Baby says, "That was the summer of 1963 - when everybody called me Baby, and it didn't occur to me to mind. That was before President Kennedy was shot, before the Beatles came, when I couldn't wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought I'd never find a guy as great as my dad. That was the summer we went to Kellerman's. ")

If you like, feel free to post your own pic from any summer in your life and paraphrase Baby to make it suit your particular summer, and share the link with me in the comments!