It was an evening with some terrific requests that were a lot of fun, especially the Rock Star Monster. I reminisced about the times when microphones were on cords. Not being a musician,I prefer them. I don’t like the headset thing. But, I am certain that musicians today find them much more convenient.
All drawings from Art in My Pajamas are always for sale, $10 each plus shipping in a tube. Paper is 18 x 24. Will sign/personalize or even make a duplicate. Proceeds benefit my cat rescue.
Christmas is gone, and in years past, a crushing depression would befall me this time of year. Taking the tree down is almost too much for me to bear; I am a Christmas junkie, through and through, and I don’t like it one bit when my fix is over.
Luckily, I belong to a couple of Facebook groups who are composed of Christmas kitsch collectors, and they have assured me that it is totally okay to want Christmas all year round in some way. They’re a fun bunch.
This year I am doing something new, and I wish I could grab a time machine and go back and tell my 20-year-old self to do it, too. I assembled a “Christmas Fun Box”.
See,I LOVE looking at old Wish Book catalogs,seeing what styles of decor were the thing, and seeing what toys were hot. What were the popular foods for the main Christmas dinner or snacks? And best of all, what sort of fun novelties and toys were the stores carrying that people bought for stocking-stuffing and party favors and last-minute gifts? This is what I wanted to curate; I’m already doing it with Halloween, and I got ready for my Christmas collecting by getting a small, Christmas-decorated box…..
There is so much nutty stuff in here. I have discovered that the day’s events usually influence the daily doodle; therefore, I have tried to hold off doodling it until the evening(I used to do it in the morning).
One of my great accomplishments this past week was getting my office organized. I mean REALLY organized, which included culling dozens and dozens of my beloved toys out of it. There were just so many I couldn’t quite function in here. I hated to see them packed up, but they haven’t gone far—my favorites are in a bright orange tub under one of my desks.
I am slowly learning how to purge and focus more on art and writing than collecting. It’s a lifetime habit I am trying to curb.
Anyway, another task I completed this week was getting my address book situated. Before, my book consisted of a small looseleaf notebook that had about half its addresses entered in neatly and in ABC order—that was done about five years ago. Somehow over time I started just scribbling people’s info on little colored pieces of paper and simply shoving them in the book. I could remember what color of paper people’s info was put on, but their addresses were just scattered willy-nilly through the stack of paper. Finding an address meant unpiling the whole stack and boy was I sick of it. I was not ABOUT to recopy every address, so I got a big looseleaf notebook, filled it with paper, and taped all those colored pieces of paper into it in ABC order. Then all the previous book’s addresses got taped in, too. I am sure that was much more than you wanted to read, but hey, it was a victory on my end!
This weekend, Steve and I also watched the new Beauty and the Beast live action movie. I found myself really enjoying it, even though for the first thirty minutes I just kinda felt as if we were watching Hermione’s Continuing Adventures in France or somesuch. The characters that were “objects” got a little grating on my eyes until someone in my brain said “hey, that is probably what they would actually look like if they were real”, and I stopped focusing on them so much. I especially enjoyed Ian McKellan as Cogsworth. And I ended up liking the Beast quite a bit, too. Anyway, I was trying to draw the Beast from the old animated movie, from memory. Ergh.
This is a screencap of the homescreen of my phone. I love my little alien friends!
And my beloved The Purple Stuff Podcast returned at last, with an episode all about sharks! Shark week is just around the corner, so it was perfect, perfect timing.
You hear a shuffling noise in your closet late at night. Suddenly the door flings open and a pair of glittering eyes stares at you from just beneath the top of the doorframe!
Oh, it’s just Rustay. He got you a balloon while he was at the Monster Fair.