Monthly Archives: October 2017
Little Ghost.
We’ve been pumpkin carving and dress altering today in preparation for the sweetgorge fest that is Halloween tomorrow. Here’s day thirty of Inktober and a little ghost for you.
Apples.
Snow White’s step mother had some funny ideas about healthy eating. Having a bit of fun with a witchy theme for Halloween and day twenty eight of Inktober.
Fox and hare.
Day twenty seven of Inktober and we’re nearly there. Had fun tonight with taking the line for a walk. Try leaving your pen on the page for as long as you can bare, make your line dance.
Chick chick chick chick chicken.
This is Orville, she hatched back in May from a very tiny egg. She’s a lovely friendly hen but terribly scared of everything. She is my most prolific escape artist and has escaped over ten times now.
The last time she escaped we found her furiously scratching for bugs on top of the privet hedge.
A dry week.
Being a blue haired smurf like takes work and the dye washes out fairly quickly with each wash so I have come to appreciate the joys of dry shampoo. Probably a bit too much but I do notice that the more I use the thicker my hair gets. Now that’s not a problem unless you have a thatch of hair like me.
*Since this post has gone to print, I have now washed my hair.
Enjoy day twenty of Inktober.
I am amused.
I amuse my cat. I am a particularly clumsy and annoying human.
He hears my chatter like a whining bluebottle. I do bring food and herb enhancing joy (in the form of cat nip) so I’m not all bad.
This particular brain to pen splurge was inspired by the large chunk of a cat that waits outside my children’s school for cuddles each morning.
Spread.
I have a little shed at the top of the garden now, right by the chickens. It’s out the way of the housework and Bonnie curls up with me. Sometimes Arnie might grace me with five seconds of his time before insisting the door gets left open for him to come and go.
Anyhow, here’s day eighteen of Inktober brain to pen splurge.
Maid of my heart.
Day fourteen of Inktober, Happy Birthday Evie my beautiful girl, born on this day ten years ago into swirling waters complete in your caul. I love you my little mermaid.
Ode to dog.
Day five of Inktober. Some of Bonnie’s best friends are scruffy little dogs who love nothing more than tearing around the park after my long legged gangling of a dog.
