a tiny scream

it was fun to begin with.
when i had more time on my hands.
even though no-one is reading this (which i like) i feel such pressure to update.
just no time.

how do they all do this? AND appear to have other lives as well.

a few quick hand drawn patterns in ink, makes me calm.





i think i may have to abandon this blogging caper. just too many more important things to attend to.
right now.
so what am i still doing here?
it sucks me in.
got to go. no time.

the sheep are nervous

no need to be my lovelies, i’m making you some lovely new coats and taking you out into the world. first i have to print you...

cushion v. 1


cushion v. 2


uh oh, what happened here? don’t like that sickly colour. little faces need painting in. can i be bothered with the ears? i know i should do the ears. i’ll just ignore it for now. oh dear, i think i’ve ruined it. push on. denial. that should work. give the girls their new coats. i knew i was going to have to paint in the ears.


and I’ve got the spacing all wrong. too late now.