Phooey for fluey

Sorry about this lengthy hiatus. Everyone in my family has had stomach flu, where each person has started their period of sickness the day the last person finished theirs. I am on Day Four of mine. Not only has there been no drawing, there has been no anything! I'll be blogging again next week once my maternity leave starts. Our baby is due mid-April, so I expect I'll be drawing a lot of tiny noses and ears in the weeks to come. Hope everyone is well in your home.

Lia

Optics

March 7-8, 2012

I spent all my spare time this last little while studying for an exam that I finally wrote yesterday, and I'm quite thankful that it is over. If I pass, I have a good chance at a promotion, so my hopes are up, WAY up. There wasn't much drawing happening between the studying and the ever-increasing fatigue of pregnancy. Only one month to go until this little boy's expected entrance into the world.

Let's call this collection of doodles, "Optics."

In praise

February 22, 2012

Today I have spent lots of time thinking about my husband with great fondness (no, those people aren't us, though the pine trees do remind me of him). I don't want to get too poetical about him lest some of you svelte ladies cast your gimlet eye his way, but I'm feeling awfully appreciative. He's so kind. I also love how he tries to wind me up over everything, like how I leave the kitchen light on for the cat to eat by. We should move to England so he could find more people to appreciate his humour. He never reads my blog (he just looks at the pictures, hardyhar), so he'll never read my lovelorn phrases. I felt like writing some down, anyway. I hope these 6.5 or so years portend a similar future.

Commutorius the Magnificient

February 16-17, 2012

A wizard rode the bus, and I drew his picture. Never seen an older man with one of those vertical under-lip mustaches before. 

Happy Family Day weekend, Ontario friends. 

No dancing here, move along now

February 14-16, 2012

At a dance performance at the National Arts Centre last night, I was struck by how stiff and unwieldy I felt watching the young dancers. It was modern dance, with much flexibility and athleticism. 

My large, pregnant body, which developed a horrid stitch in its side after intermission, seemed such a big lump in comparison.

I didn't feel bad about myself, just, I felt basically the opposite of anything light, lovely and leaping around in the air. I can't even walk briskly for a 2 blocks. I mean, I can walk briskly for one block.

But tonight I'm thinking, meh. My body is doing something pretty cool, too.

 

February 13, 2012

Child play

Ada -- February 12, 2012

The whole world in my living room. I finally know what you were on about, Ms. Dickinson.

Anticipating butter

February 7-10, 2012

This woman sat across from me as the bus tip-toed along Scott Street in the aftermath of Wednesday's bus crash. Yes, you can baldly draw someone's portrait from three feet away if they're reading from their mobile device. I love smartphones <grin>

I will now go and eat my pregnant-lady bedtime snack. Tonight's happens to be an almond chocolate croissant from The French Baker on Murray Street. I plan to spend the next several minutes being quite content. Hope you are having a good night. TGIF.