Posted on May 10, 2015, in Uncategorized and tagged Doodlemum, Family, Life, Pen and Ink, Sketchbook, socks. Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.
Bob the Dog Gets a Job.
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Happy holidays! Adorable illustrations. Also, yes on how cats sleep. They can find the comfiest spot
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Thank you Dheera ❤️
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Merry Christmas lady! Enjoy your crazy chaos full of love! No one's lives are perfect ya know.... Ju
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Gosh that's so brilliant Angie, I am so thrilled for her love!
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Seasons Greetings to you and your family Doodlemom Your talent leaves me amazed May you be blessed a
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Happy family time from mine to yours. Terry, Dianne and Zed the dog
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Doodlemum 
Reblogged this on MoonBeam Walker Blog and commented:
There’s my sock troll…… lol
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I think I may have the other halves to some of the odd pairs. Unbeknown to us all socks are keen on exchange programmes and will swap half a pair at a time. It’s just a shame the sock left behind can’t provide us with a forwarding address.
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Brilliant!
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Reblogged this on FOOTNOTES: A Sockumentary.
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I have a box we call the Home for Orphaned Socks.
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A game of ‘Where’s Wally’ would be easier.
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Sock snap! my most hated part of laundry…only good bit is that once its done…its done!
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Lovely, lovely socks- so much cheerier to look at than the dreary weather and even drearier conservative P.M! Thank you, Angie, for providing such a colourful distraction- sorry I can’t help to pair them up, but who said socks have to match, anyway? Don’t opposites attract in the sock world?! I used to fancy a boy like mad when I was 15, mostly because he wore
( deliberately, I suspect, he was a real poser), really bright, odd socks to a school where black was the standard. Throw caution to the wind ( but try not to throw out the socks or Arnie), and let your family experience the gay abandon of odd ( and odd sized) socks!
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We used to have a lost sock drawer. Usually did not find the missing ones.
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can you really ever find matches for all of those? I can’t. Ever.
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