Dear readers, I have just eaten a thick slice of crusty bread with butter and lemon curd. Although I could devote an entire post to Things I Love to Spread on Bread, I won't. I'm here on business. See below.
This is a business man with his enormous business phone. I unearthed them last week in boxes unopened since childhood. I don't remember making the phone, but the inspiration for the business man was his fantastic button. "What would Mr. Henry look like?" I must have asked myself before proceeding to cut out his lapels. (Like Donald Draper with a smile and no shoes, apparently.)
The other bit of business to cover is this: the winner from last week's Postcard Quiz is Kate! Please email me at pencildrawn(at)gmail(dot)com with your address and a description of your dream postcard, Kate. I will post a picture of it here once I have completed it.
Showing posts with label Felt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Felt. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Owl
How is your weekend, dearest reader?
I've been relaxing with an orange and a mystery novel after a long day of work. Later this evening I'm going to my book club meeting bearing an honest-to-goodness box of Turkish Delight.
Remember when the Snow Queen seduced Edmund into her sleigh with a box of Turkish Delight?
Each piece was sweet and light to the very centre and Edmund had never tasted anything more delicious.
I think she seduced me, too.
P.S. Bon voyage, dearest Owl.
I've been relaxing with an orange and a mystery novel after a long day of work. Later this evening I'm going to my book club meeting bearing an honest-to-goodness box of Turkish Delight.
Remember when the Snow Queen seduced Edmund into her sleigh with a box of Turkish Delight?
Each piece was sweet and light to the very centre and Edmund had never tasted anything more delicious.
I think she seduced me, too.
P.S. Bon voyage, dearest Owl.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Birds
I found something strange this morning. Just before it flew away I managed to snap a shot:
A bird in my hair!
I've always wanted to know what birds sing about when the hour is early and the air is cold and blue. It seems like an enormous racket to make over the rising of the sun, which happens every day, after all. And why don't they sing when it rains? And how do you make them your friends, so that they'll flutter round your head and perch on your shoulder whenever you like? I took this opportunity to ask.
What do you sing about, bird?
Oh really? That's awfully poetic of you.
I think it's probably more like this:
Well, who wouldn't sing about sunflower seeds? They're delicious.
A bird in my hair!
I've always wanted to know what birds sing about when the hour is early and the air is cold and blue. It seems like an enormous racket to make over the rising of the sun, which happens every day, after all. And why don't they sing when it rains? And how do you make them your friends, so that they'll flutter round your head and perch on your shoulder whenever you like? I took this opportunity to ask.
What do you sing about, bird?
Oh really? That's awfully poetic of you.
I think it's probably more like this:
Well, who wouldn't sing about sunflower seeds? They're delicious.
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