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.
Maths - the one thing that we have more of than the Americans.
So sorry for your loss.
I feel for you kid.
Desperately sad - poor Arnie and poor you
I'm so sorry for your loss. I have been reading you so long I feel as though I have lost Arnie too.
This is such a lovely, simple, expressive drawing. <3
I have followed you Arnie and family for years. I feel your sorrow. Love you all . Richard.
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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 🙂