Hung Up

Right now work is hard and they’ve put a moratorium on vacations… right when I figured out when I could take one, which really sucks. Luckily I already had Friday off to see the baby in LA but guys… I really need a break. I haven’t had multiple days off since I went to ATL last year, and considering I spent two days on a plane, more hours than necessary at the Georgia Dome, and more time than healthy with whale sharks, that SO doesn’t count (except for the part at Mary Mac’s Tea Room, IMO the only reason to ever go back to ATL). And, I guess I had four days off at New Years and Thanksgiving. WHOOPDY DOODLE DO.

I drew a mustache:

There Will Be Mustache

I’m not super interested in There Will Be Blood, but I like the title, and I like a good mustache, so there you go. The DVD cover cracked me up, so I drew this. Heh.

In conclusion, I like socks:

Waving Lace Socks

why yes that is a waving lace sock… for me.

Spey Valley, Bird Boy

New sock on the needles (for my Sock Project):

Spey Valley - WIP

Spey Valley from Knitting on the Road, knit in Plymouth’s Happy Feet. I got this yarn at Rumplestiltskin in Sacramento. The Yarn Boutique has a ton of it right now (and they JUST got a huge shipment of Dream in Color Smooshy, y’all – if I wasn’t all sock yarned up the wazoo post-Stitches, I’d be all over that!). I don’t know that the pattern + yarn = perfect fit, but I like it so I’m going to roll with it. I think the pattern needs a non-variegated yarn, but whatever.

I also drew a picture:

Birdboy

It’s a bird boy. (Um, duh?) It was in the news this last week or so, that some poor kid in Russia was pretty much raised with birds by his mother, who never spoke to him or anything. These kids are generally known as “feral” or “wild” children. You know, like kids raised by wolves or bears or whatever. They almost never grow up and have normal lives, and are lucky if they even learn to speak. I was thinking about what a literal bird boy might look like and this is what popped out.

It’s funny because just before this news story came out, I finished a book called “Magic Hour” by Kristin Hannah that was about a feral child found up in Washington. A stupid name for a good book – not really a subject that you read about too often (or even come across), and there was romance and a minor murder mystery. A smidge contrived towards the end, but easily overlooked by the quality of the writing and story.

In conclusion: I drew a bird boy. I’m going to try to draw at least something once a week. Can’t let the ole degree wither, now can we?