The end result of a lot of swearing....
so yesterday ended up being a total cluster of a day and I got no packaging done as I realized I would not get to the PO until today...so I totally procrastinated and decided to just make today a totally awful day filled with cleaning and preparing the house for the invasion of the mean cheese, and packaging.
well yesterday my poor bubs worked for like a jillion hours, I spent tons of time on etsy trying to straighten out a messy buying situation, which is steal not sorted out, but then....in between it all I did two things, one being....drawing.
yes, the crazy illustration I am showing today is one of the pieces I was working on, in fact I was working on three pieces all in the same series, but only this one came out "right". In fact I sort of love it, love her face, love the circles, love her little mod hair cut...my idea was to do several versions of her with different patterns on her face, alas she is the only one deemed worthy so far. I am hoping to get a few more done so I can sell little print sets of her and her companions, but until then, she is available in my shop.
so if you hear a loud stream of loud swear words echoing through the atmosphere....you will know that here in Fat-hio...I am trying to draw again.
the other things I did yesterday was to spend a great deal of time reading a wonderfully funny screenplay written by one of my oldest friends, (Weird) Aaron, he wrote it during June as part of Script Frenzy...and it is hilarious, and stars a group of his friends and very faithful blog readers...though he did take liberties with the characters, though all woth artistic intent.
SO all this being said...Aaron I am so proud of you for finishing it, and honestly....I think it's very good, better than Shaun of The Dead!!
ok, I have blogs to read, packages to package (by the way the packaging elf job I mentioned yesterday pays nothing....except the pleasure of my company, and perhaps I would also treat you to me singing some of the soundtrack from Les Miserables at the top of my lungs as well), and last but not least...pick up all the crap in the house and prepare for a weekend of mean cheesing.