Its quiet. Things have been pouring from my brain onto my sketch book, I blame a curtain book and constant mood I'm in. You know that mood. Like you could snap at someone...dig out their eyes with a spork and serve them up in there tea of coffee of choice. "Would you like one lump or too, kind sir?"
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies...by Jane Austen and Seth Grame-Smith
Once my recent drawing is done I'll toss up a scan. I'll get all squinty eyed and try to buckle down on it tomorrow. And then finishing this deliciously bastardized American classic where hopefully more drawing happenings...will well...happen.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Can't wait till tomorrow....yeah!
Haven't posted in forever, and I feel really bad. Excuses be damned I'm back and can't wait for tomorrow. My cousin is getting hitched. This will be our second wedding we've attended this year. I'm charging up my camera, and I'll post a couple of pictures and a link to my facebook if I can ever figure that damn thing out.
Anyway, I have to type about something....my taste in clothes suffers a massive case of schizophrenia. And here is my problem. I try to clean up, but my eye always gravitates to the alternative style. Chunky New Rock boots, such a comfortable break from heels. And if anything shines it had better come from pyrimid studs and they had better be silver. I know they've been pulled into mainstream along with striped stockings, skulls, and Eeyore and the Nightmare before Christmas, but it doesn't mean I stop loving them.
Now this brings me to something else...sandals...and I'm sorry if I'm being segmented and random. I pick up a few pairs and I always regret it. I can't stand them...But these....
To me these just don't scream hemp skirt like many sandals I've half heartedly purchaced...and for that...I am forever grateful. Maybe these or something like it can make it to my closet. -shudders- Hemp skirt Itchy itchy itchy.
In the mean time I'll love my peep toes for keeping most of my feet covered living minimum proof that I do in fact have toes. And when spring like weather actually rolls around I'll angrily beat the hell out of my turquoise laden hippy foot traps.
Anyway, I have to type about something....my taste in clothes suffers a massive case of schizophrenia. And here is my problem. I try to clean up, but my eye always gravitates to the alternative style. Chunky New Rock boots, such a comfortable break from heels. And if anything shines it had better come from pyrimid studs and they had better be silver. I know they've been pulled into mainstream along with striped stockings, skulls, and Eeyore and the Nightmare before Christmas, but it doesn't mean I stop loving them.
Now this brings me to something else...sandals...and I'm sorry if I'm being segmented and random. I pick up a few pairs and I always regret it. I can't stand them...But these....
To me these just don't scream hemp skirt like many sandals I've half heartedly purchaced...and for that...I am forever grateful. Maybe these or something like it can make it to my closet. -shudders- Hemp skirt Itchy itchy itchy.
In the mean time I'll love my peep toes for keeping most of my feet covered living minimum proof that I do in fact have toes. And when spring like weather actually rolls around I'll angrily beat the hell out of my turquoise laden hippy foot traps.
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