I fear by time Evie has grown up, I may be long buried under a mountain of them…
Posted on October 29, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged Children, Doodlemum, Drawing, Family, Fluffies, Humour, Illustration, Life, Pen and Ink, Sketchbook, Toys. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
I don't normally reply, resting comfortably reading each post, delighting in your doodles.. but this
There is nothing more beautiful than a tender, innocent heart that is mindful of nature. xxx
Yet another reason not to like cats! If it's not edible, a dog isn't interested! x
I know, you feel like the evil spectre, bearing terrible news...but then, you are! Still, once the k
Oh I don't envy you, love... I remember those mornings very well! :(
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I love Knitting Monster! We used to have a Sewing Monster (clearly from the same family) who cunning
I do crochet, but i got the same problem, hahahaha ;-) X
Adorable!
So lovely… childhood is such a precious time… she’s a beautiful child… with beautiful parents. xxx
We have a similar problem in this dwelling….the soft toys, with their pleading button eyes, make themselves all too real….the fleshling mother in the dwelling hasn’t the heart to give them away. Actually, that’s probably why I’m still around!
Fabulous – happy fluffies, happy Evie 🙂