Monthly Archives: November 2014
Decorate the halls…
…oh, hello December what brings you around here so quickly. I’m feeling a little unprepared for you this year. No panic, there’s a full 576 hours to go.
Black dog Friday.
A lovely antidote to going out and killing for a television is to hug a black dog. All better now?
Blank stares.
Millie is a day dreamer, Myles is one, I’m one too. I’d never tell her not too, I get my best ideas after a good old stare into space.
Hats are on.
We had our first frosty morning of the winter today so the hats have come back out. Some new, some old firm favourites and some have just been left in the cupboard because they’re not going to be worn.
Cat-boy.
I really couldn’t make this up. I have no idea where he got this from but he assures me it’s very comfortable.
Ball or stick?
Bonnie has pondered this question for most of today as it has been raining heavily and she hasn’t had much else to do. She is currently asleep on the matter with her ball and stick underneath her.
Pack your lunch…
We do this just before I post my drawing ready for school on the morning.
It saves money for us but it takes time and pleasing everyone is never going to happen.
That’s ok as tomorrow is “Crisp Friday” and everyone gets crisps in their lunch-boxes.
Don’t I know how to make Friday exciting eh?
Thank you.
Hello, my name is Angie Stevens. I live in a terraced house in Swansea with my husband, three children, a dog, and a cat. We have eight chickens in the garden too. A few years ago I decided to start a blog in an attempt to get myself drawing again and to pull myself back from post-natal depression.
I know, I know loads of you have heard it all before, (yawn ,yawn) but I happened to notice that my number of followers is now over ten thousand tonight.
In the time I have been drawing and writing this blog I have accrued over two thousand drawings. There’s now a lot of sketchbooks filling my house, a lot of memories and happy times now remembered and not forgotten.
Thank you for stopping by, it’s always appreciated.
Who’s behind the door?
It’s the cat, he’s been expecting you.
Wait another couple of hours if you like but there’s no way he’s budging first.
The board game.
Gruff received a board game for his birthday. The games consoles were swiftly dumped and the three of them have been playing it all afternoon. It’s such a lovely change and nice to see a game that has peaked their interest.
I think Gruff however still needs a bit of work on his losing skills but he’s come a long way from the sheer devastation he showed last year when he lost at happy families…
The paw.
The paw appears when we’re eating, Bonnie is very good, she knows we won’t feed her until we’ve finished.
There are no rules with Arnie, it’s his way, the law of the paw.
Birthday eve.
It’s Gruff’s fifth birthday tomorrow, he is so excited. No, he is beyond excited. He is in the beyond excited realm that little boys go to on the eve of their birthday.
Please, please go to sleep, I have presents to wrap!
Come home please.
Bonnie is a rescue dog, she still isn’t brilliant at being left so I try to keep leaving her to a minimum.
Some days I have to go out without her, she has her open crate to curl up in and often, if she’s lucky, Arnie will snooze in the computer chair in the same room.
If they talked, I wonder what they would say to each other?
Probably not much, Arnie isn’t talkative…
Sparklers, bangers and fireworks.
You can’t see four foot in front of you in foggy Swansea tonight from all the fireworks being let off. You just need to stand in your back garden and look up. We’ve had a fire and devoured half a tonne of sausages. Great fun.
Remember…
My animals don’t like fireworks and nor should they. They’ll be locked up safe and warm tomorrow night.
Write me a letter.
Gruff has been writing letters.
A letter to Auntie Lizzie (requesting a sleepover), a letter to Grandma (asking if he could come and play), and a maze for me to find my way out of.
