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.
decorate the halls

Black dog Friday.

A lovely antidote to going out and killing for a television is to hug a black dog. All better now?
black friday

Snooze button.

Wake up Evie or the cat will evict you off your pillow!
snooze button

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.

A quiet moment.

Get comfy I said, just have a quiet moment.
quiet moment

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.
hats 2014


I really couldn’t make this up. I have no idea where he got this from but he assures me it’s very comfortable.
boy imitates cat

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.
ball or stick

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?

pack your lunch

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.
whats behind the door

Save me from Monday.


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 board game

Chest to chin.

chin on the ches

Marvellous hair.

marvellous hair

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.
the paw


Happy birthday to my little sparkler.
five today

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!
birthday eve

Pillow pet.

I haven’t the heart to move them.
CAT pillow2jpg

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…
where is everybody

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.
bonfire night 2014


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.
write me a letter

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