It’s September and you know that means,
Whales!
It’s time to polish your dorsal fins, shake out your tail flukes and send out those party invitations because it’s almost Blow Hole Day!
My plankton gift to you at this most festive time of year is the pattern Mommy & Baby Whale.
Remember! Click on the image to get the full size pattern.
I will be participating in the Artwalk by the Bay, in San Diego, CA, on September 10 & 11, 2011.
For more information: http://www.artwalkonthebay.org/
Hope to see you there!
My family isn’t religious, so Easter at my childhood home was about candy. . . Oh, and the Easter Bunny, of course, But mainly it was the candy.
My folks would fill our baskets with an obscene amount of goodies.
For me the best thing in my basket was the chocolate rabbit.
The basket would include M&M’s and foil covered chocolate eggs. Unfortunately, there would also be Peeps and Jelly Beans. Peeps and jelly beans are just plain sugar. NO chocolate what-so-ever. In my world candy is good ONLY if it contains chocolate.
On the Chocolate Rabbit there was a small sugar tablet eye. Who would put such an impurity on a thing as lovely as a Chocolate Rabbit? It was a horrible single, yellow & blue staring eye. (For some reason, the whites on our chocolate rabbits eyes where yellow where the white should be.)
I would give all my peeps, jelly beans and rabbit eyes to my little sister. As much as I liked chocolate she liked sugar. Pure old white sugar. If we had Oreos, she would lick the filling out of the center and hand me over the two remaining chocolate cookies. At birthday parties her favorite part of the cake was the frosting flowers. We’re not talking GOOD frosting flowers, but the heavy, way-too-sweet, nasty frosting flowers. After the party if there was any cake left any remaining frosting flowers would mysteriously disappear.
At restaurants she would suck on sugar packets.
The preparation and eating of a chocolate Easter rabbit was important to me. Instead of eating the rabbit right away I would stick it in the refrigerator. I wouldn’t eat it until it was rock hard.
Being hard as a rock, it would take several munching sessions to finish the rabbit. Easter wasn’t officially over until the last of the rock hard rabbit was eaten.
Unintentional Storage
Having large boobs has hidden risks. I don’t know how many times I’ve taken off my bra at night to find that I have been collecting food in my cleavage. Finding cheese in the cleavage is pretty gross. Chocolate in your cleavage melts like crazy and creates a mess. Popcorn is not too bad because when you discover it later you can just eat it.
The Gap
Button down shirts are a problem. Basic Issue: if it fits the body, then it doesn’t fit the boobs, and vice versa.
Thin and floppy
After weight loss your breast look like two, half empty, sad, sand bags.
Putting your two, half empty, sad, sand bags into your bra is tough. It takes both compression and a series of origami folds to get them into your bra cup. You also have to be aware of your nipples. If you aren’t careful they will make your boobs look googly eyed.
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Bear by Andrea Zuill
I don’t know. I think the older I get the cuter I get. Well, not me personally, but my art is at an all time high cuteness level. I’ve opened a new store on Etsy called , Grrr, said the Bear.
It’s kind of storybook -ish, full of forest animals. So, please check it out: www.grrrsaidthebear.etsy.com
Frollicing Fawn by Andrea Zuill
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