Don’t you wish we could stop worrying about how “old” we are, and start thinking positively about the years we have ahead? Life doesn’t stop at 13 or 25 or 30 or 40 or 50 or 60 or more. There’s always something to do. Something to learn. Someone to love.
Be mine or I’ll pout! One of my customers who bought this magnet had the cutest comment:
This will be a great V-day present for the husband… to remind him of my powers.
Happy Valentine’s Day to all!
It wouldn’t be St. Patrick’s Day without the saint himself wearing cat eye glasses, sporting a shamrock on a hybrid mitre/leprechaun hat, and pontificating about Guinness beer. So here it is, my first ever Saint Patrick’s Day magnet. I’ll probably add a card with this image too.
Cats are so emotionally and psychologically conflicted that when you hug them, they’re torn between whether to purr or bite you. If you hold them long enough, eventually the latter will happen. (BTW, Wookie is my lovin’ noogie nickname for my own mentally unbalanced kitty.)
My super power is that I am an expert toast butterer because I make delicious toast. So says my husband, who tends to be very methodical about things. When he makes toast, he applies the butter evenly and consistently across the bread in paper-thin strokes. This exacting approach is great if you’re flossing your teeth or filing, but it sucks the art out of toast making.
I, in contrast, am a Matisse-inspired, Fauvist-style toast butterer, using wild impasto strokes to produce a buttery masterpiece. I have illustrated my approach below.
Most people don’t care all that much about my opinions on things, which is one very good reason to have a blog. After all, on the Internet there’s at least a teeny fraction of an infinitesimal chance that if anyone does care, they may actually find you, as long as your SEO is pretty good. Another good reason to have a blog is to post doodles, if you’re into such things. This little girl has been hanging about in my sketch book for a few weeks and I think she’s cute as a button, so I thought I’d share.
My mom is visiting this weekend, and seeing as I’m one of those lucky people who have a really cool mom, I’m off to spend some time with her, my step dad, and my brother in Boston. Truly, my mom is the best–creative, smart, strong, beautiful–and I love her dearly (even though she made me wait forever until I could pluck my eyebrows or wear makeup). Here’s a big “hi” to you, mom. Love, the weirdest of your two middle kids and the shortest person in the entire family–Karin.
I just made a Facebook artist page and am feeling like a big Loser because I only have one like. One. single. like. Might someone else find it in their heart to like me too please (please)? Especially if you’re one of my family members–I know you’re out there. You really should like me. At least on Facebook.
P.S. My brother just asked me how to go about liking my Facebook page. If you go to the menu on the right and scroll down a little, you’ll see the Facebook Like button. Well, that’s one family member that likes me, but I have a really big family.
There is a 93% percent chance that my cat is plotting to kill me according to this survey over at Mingle2. And I believe it, because a few weeks ago, my cat got way over stimulated (or at least that was HIS story) and leaped on top of my head. Are you in danger too? Take the survey and find out.
Awhile ago, I toyed with the idea of a character called Karate Girl, who would display extraordinary powers in mildly irritating, ordinary circumstances. I came across some old sketches this morning, and they cracked me up. I think Karate Girl may need to be revived.
