Toes are happiest when let out to free range in grass, mud or especially sand. Enjoy being grubby little toes, you’ll soon be back in socks.
Posted on September 6, 2015, in Uncategorized and tagged Children, Doodlemum, Drawing, Family, Humour, Life, Sketchbook. Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.
Hahahahaha I know that one!
Our house has an open door policy for the bathroom cause either the dog or cat scratches the door if
Hahahaha, you've lost that basket :D
Love this!..
Adorable, as usual. <3
I love it. They are very beautiful and clever birds. It's lovely to see them flying over to me when
Sometimes the friends pick you instead of the other way around. Everyone needs them.
Thank you. I'm trying to be a bit braver and show the drawings that don't usually leave the sketchbo
Doodlemum 
Lol. Love the illustration x
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My kids have been so feral all summer that all four complained their shoes were painful when they had to put them on for school last week. I quite agree with the sentiment of your drawing.
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Hahaha yes mine too! Feet are happiest when they’re free! I hate seeing them all encased in shoes after a summer of freedom. 😦
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I am a new fan of your blog. Love the drawing and your words that say everyday things in such a special way. 🙂
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At least they will be in stripy socks, and if your children keep on growing, I’m sure there will be a few socks with holes in, for added ventilation!
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I bet you’ve heard this a million times before but I just had to tell you how much I love all of your doodles, they kind of remind me of the illustraions we had in all those Roald Dahl and Enid Blyton books, it just takes me back to back to my childhood…. Thank you!
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I’ve enjoyed your art so much over the years! I love your focus on small moments. It’s really where it’s at for me. This drawing made me think of a poem I wrote in high school. It’s quite silly and you need to think in your best American accent for parts of it to flow. It can by no means repay all the joy your drawings have brought me but I hope it gives at least a little smile.
Toes have no foes.
They never quote prose.
They sometimes wear clothes – namely socks.
Me, I prefer unfettered toes,
toes that are just free to be.
With no silk or cotton or potatoes au gratin,
just toes frolicking in the breeze.
But when the wind begins to sting,
my toes must be covered up, poor things!
I comfort them and say, “Be patient.
Some day you will again be naked.”
I quiet them with gentle talks
’bout soft, warm grass for future walks.
They listen very calm and still,
especially my little Bill.
We snuggle down quite happily,
my exhibitionist toes and me.
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Aw I love this! Thank you for sharing Elizabeth. 😀
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Your drawings are delightful.
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