Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Sunday, December 19, 2010

sketch #51



These guys (and girl) are from a story I'd write, if I were the kind of person with any motivation whatsoever.  Instead they will probably live forever in my imagination.

Only one more week to go and my year of sketches will be complete. 

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Christmas Tree!


We finally got our Christmas tree on Monday.  You may notice that this tree is a lot... different as far as overall shape and size than our tree last year.  That is because we are taking turns picking the Christmas tree, and Chris and I happen to have very different tastes in trees. 

I was very sceptical when he expressed interest in this tree at the tree lot.  It really isn't my sort of thing at all.  But it looks nice now that it is inside and all dressed up.  I just wish it was a little bit taller.

Monday, December 13, 2010

sad eyes

Hey look, some art!  And it isn't even Sunday.  How odd.



What's that white thing she's leaning against, you ask?  Darned if I know.  Let us just assume it is a very sharply pressed tablecloth.  Or something.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Where is my motivation?

I'm feeling pretty down this holiday season.  I (as usual) had a lot of grand ideas about decorating and baking and the whole Christmas deal but the fact is I have done very little.  I bought some ribbons and poinsettias to make window swags, but they are still sitting in a bag in my kitchen.  I haven't made any cookies.  I don't even have a Christmas tree yet.

Chris is never home (the holiday season wreaks havoc on his work schedule) and I really don't see much point in doing these things alone.  Christmas is supposed to be about love and family and tradition, but in reality it is mostly me sitting at home watching Netflix with the cats.

Kylie has been helpful; when she is around Christmas can't help but happen.  But I can't always expect her to be at my house forcing me to be jolly.  The fact of it is that I look around at my empty, undecorated house and think "what is the point?"  No-one is here to enjoy it except me, and I really don't enjoy much of anything when I am by myself.  So why bother?  Why not just fall asleep on the sofa watching some documentaries, covered in a blanket of purrs?

This disregard of Christmas would be fine if it was making me happy, if it was lowering my stress levels, but it really isn't.  I browse the internet looking at the blogs of people who have full, happy houses with decorations and baking and cheer and I just feel worse and worse for myself. 

My mum says that I should probably get used to it, since Chris will have to work like this for the REST OF OUR LIVES, but that just makes me want to weep.  This is not Christmas, this is not fair.

Not really sure what to do.

sketch #50



Wow, sketch number 50. That means there are only two more sketches left this year.  Can't believe 2010 is almost over.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Tuesday Tunes

Heard this at work and instantly fell in love.  I just adore the gypsy-ish feel!


Secret - The Pierces

Sunday, December 5, 2010

sketch catch-up

11/21:

I had a dream about this girl. Wanted to get her down on paper just in case I ever meet her. Proof, you know. Of my latent psychic abilities.

11/28:

More Agatha Christie fan art! This time I have sketched characters from Towards Zero.

12/05:

Back to random people. Tried drawing a guy this time, since I tend to favor the ladies.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

For Your Enjoyment

gross

I went to the dermatologist yesterday for my follow-up appointment.  Turns out that horrible thing was a fibroma, nothing to worry about.  Very good news. 

I got my stitches out.  It's pretty gross, the place where my fibroma used to be.  Not as gross, mind you, as the fibroma was, but not the smooth, pristine bit of leg I had been dreaming of either.  It's kind of purple and lumpy and not very nice in general.  I know it is dumb, since this is not an area anyone will probably ever even notice, but I am feeling kinda down about it.  Hidden as it may be, this is still a (small) blow to my self-esteem.  Or, rather, to my extreme vanity.