2lb elephant

the everydayness

things that my fingers touch, it used to be on a daily bases.

but time has passed and me and the washing machine have 

become distant but well loved friends.

 

masonite

i popped into bunnings.

 

time to be a little bit more.....well

professional.....

so no more about my smelly little children and more about me and my scribbles.

to back track, im a childrens book illustrator.

im up to my 6th picture book. im chipping away late

into the night after the girls are asleep.

so each post from now on will be a wee sketch of what im working on.

nothing to fancy.

 

last splash

a day at the beach.

as we say goodbye to hot nights, and welcome back

the grey old melbourne we know and love.

there is something to be said for a windy day...

 

the whole 100 yards.

 

if anyone asks...

its true i really did go the whole 100 yards.

off they go.....

shoes, socks, uniforms, bag and hat.

we are set.

a wee bike ride down the street.

a kiss, a wave and off we go. into our own little worlds.

both girls are at school, and im still waiting for my certificate of

achievement in the post. im not holding my breath, 

just sitting back quietly patting myself on the back......

 

out to pasture....

its come around again...

yep and that will be me, out to pasture.

but if you want to send gifts then please go right ahead.

 

 

there have been a few things on my mind lately....

why do men wear so much after shave, especially all the ones that i seem to pass on the street?

what was buddhas wife doing when he was off meditating under a tree?

why do i always find rubberbands on the footpath?

who is it that decided that you cant use a 55 c stamp on a B6 sized envelope?

what has happen to the man who waits at the bus stop outside my studio window and plays his pocket radio?

a lick of paint

its been going on for a week now.

a lick of paint on crappy old rusty bits of wire.

now i understand why people bother with makeup.......

life under a rock

not that im complaining.

but life under a rock isnt all its cracked up to be.

but i imagine im here for a bit.

its been almost a whole year of getting ready in the morning.

lunch, socks, bag, undies. you know the list.

but the other morning i decided the only packing i was

capable of was packing for a road trip.

yep we wagged school and kinder and the 2 girls

and i packed our bags and our boot picnic and headed off

along the dry dusty hay plains.

not that adelaide is your dream destination, but if its a drive away

then ill be there.

we are back now still packing lunches etc 

but all the better for a dusty drive west.