Gruff’s got a new helmet. It’s brilliant.
Get Dressed for Battle.
A Winter’s Swim.
Who ate all the pie?
Six more sleeps.
Waiting for Santa.
The Cats on my street.
May I introduce you to a few of the characters on our street?
Balls ‘n Swords
One Glass of Wine.
My name is Angie Stevens and today I am 38 years old. This is my blog.
I love to draw and find no better way than to tell you all about my life and my family.
Thank you for dropping by over the past year. It has opened more doors for me than I thought possible.
Here’s to getting older and more drawing to come.
If I knew you were coming…
Wrap ’em up warm.
It’s hard entertaining a dog that can’t go out for five days (torn nail, big bandage, much whimpering and lots of antibiotics).
Gruff has come up with some excellent activities to pass the time.
We have dragon slaying,
There’s car chasing,
Hide and seek (normally doesn’t take long),
And there’s staring out the cat, never ends well.
Learning to fly.
Evie’s got a brand new bag.
Tell me all about it.
Leaning Tower of Carrots.
Adventures in Hoovering (continued)
Where did you get that hat?
Braving the cold.
Pimp my Dog.
One of my dinosaurs is missing.
The Dustbin of Ambition.
Fear of the Dark.
Wrapping the Dinoasur.
Come out, come out, wherever you are…
It has been one month and eighteen days since you imposed yourself on my house.
I would like my bowl back very much, it’s the blue one that you keep dragging off the counter every morning without fail.
Yes it’s impressive you can reach up that high and swipe it down with one paw but I’ve tired of this trick.
Tonight I shall booby trap my bowl with hidden incendiary devices so should you decide that you fancy a nibble on my kibbles I would take care.
Build them up.
The Artist’s Muses.
It’s difficult to paint with this going on in the background but I imagine it will be harder once they’re all in school and the house is quiet.
I think we have a kind of symbiosis that helps me make the most of every millisecond I have to draw and paint.
It may not be the best of what I can do but I’m ticking over and and with every day, there’s more work coming.
Thanks guys for the noise.
Crouching Squirrel, Hidden Dog.
Trimming my Bush.
The Creeping Realisation….
It’s a Dog’s Life.
That was the name of the little kitten that pawed at our door today.
I ignored it.
An hour later she was still outside trying to get herself killed on the road so I let her in.
Evie called her Mittens and the two of them cuddled up on the sofa.
At half past three I paraded up and down the street with her in a carrier with posters to no avail.
I took her to the vets after tea and left her there to be collected by the RSPCA. (No microchip).
I’m sorry Evie.
Made in Swansea.
Behind the cushions.
Apparently in this country 50 per cent of the population in this country earn more than £35,000 a year.
Between that 50 per cent, they make up 93 per cent of the income of the United Kingdom.
(Source. UK Revenue and Customs). http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Income_in_the_United_Kingdom
Or put it another way, the other 50 per cent earn just 7 per cent of the country’s income.
Penny sweets anyone?