imagine this with a rabbit and that’s what I’m putting up today. you can put it up two days later! here: licoricewhipshop.etsy.com
I’m not sure how it goes with other families but around here Easter is a big day. So big, in fact, that it takes the better of two days. This year nearly three days!
We started on Sunday morning in our backyard gathering up eggs, as anyone one would. This year, they seemed to drift off to the left and, consequently, into our neighbor’s yard, where we found a bunch more. I’m not sure if it was just “our year” or it was that we were up so early, but we kept moving south, backyard by backyard, and collected so many eggs that by noon we were entering our regional parkland.
It was lucky I had brought canteens of water (we had plenty of eggs to eat) as we hit a dry patch for the next few miles, finding only the occasional egg (and not particularly decorated) until happening on Stueben’s Egg Farm. Can you imagine our luck? I took out my lock snippers and we were in business!
It wasn’t until Tuesday morning that I called an end to it. The kids were exhausted and all we’d had was eggs for about three days so no one felt (or smelled) their best.
One of many photos by Chris Arnade who appears to be a very skilled amateur photographer of the homeless and addicted in the New York City area. He also writes up a bit about his subjects. Really impressive and moving stuff.
I think I’m watching too much Peep Show. It’s infecting everything. And the worst part about it is that I can’t seem to embody Jez. I’m simply Mark. ALL THE TIME. I’m getting worried.
Been on a kind of vacation lately. Time to get back at the old grind. Got to win the war for the Nazis.
I’m loving Peep Show and was so taken with this line from the character Mark Corrigan that I had to make the drawing. Should I do a series?
My grandpappy lost a leg in a fishing accident while pursuing silver marlin off the coast of Havana in the 1920’s. For a long time he just rolled up his pant leg and pinned it, opting to hobble or use a set of crutches. Then, one day, he saw people writing on the cast of someone who’d broken an arm.
The next day he carved his own peg leg, covered it in white paint, and called it his “big thoughts” leg. He’d jot notes on it — inspirational thoughts, etc — and later transcribe them to a notebook and repaint the peg.
Over time, however, he got lazy and started using it to keep lists of groceries he needed to buy, phone numbers of mechanics, and the occasional doodle. In his declining years it became so covered in notes that it was a dark grey from a distance.
When he died my grandmother offered me the leg which I accepted. (The other option was the ashes of their five deceased cats.) I was looking at the leg a few months ago and noticed this note on the heel:
Buy more white paint
So that’s what I’m going to do. Eventually.
Just… you know… do.. that thing. From my Etsy shop.
WHOA. I just got an Etsy message from someone named “Meatbagz.” I thought for sure this was some kind of online protection racket. Either that or a pitch for some kind of knapsack made from viscera. Turns out they wanted to tell me that one of my designs is featured on today’s blog post. Check it out here meatbagz.wordpress.com.
This is for my “Incremental progress is progress" poster — a real personal one for me. It’s been a mantra for a while and very helpful at times when it’s so hard to believe my effort on something is making a real difference. It’s all about breaking projects down to tasks, typical Getting Things Done thinking but sometimes hard to rally behind.
Here’s what they had to say of the poster:
Let this awesome print be a reminder that slow and steady wins the race. Plus, hey-there’s a llama on it.
Yes there is. There definitely is.
The Passover card is done. See below. Not too far below, as a matter of fact.
You may notice that this bunny bears a resemblance to the bunny on the Easter card. Yeah, as I said, “two for one.” I think it works but it’s odd to see them in such proximity. Hey, get me! I used a fancy word!