A joke that's not really a joke but makes me laugh like a goober anyway:

Meditations on dinner:

Sometimes I worry I'm becoming a cat lady. Will I....die alone?

Poor, poor neglected blog. It's just....patio season sweeps in and between work and drawing and hangouts in the park, blog gets squeezed out and has no choice but to patiently wait for me to come crawling back in the winter months when it's too damn cold to do anything but scan with numb fingers. Yep, I think I'll be sticking to drinking beer in the sun while it lasts. In the meantime, a few tiny bits:

A portrait of the lovely and talented Rachelle Letain, from a recent NYC trip



Sometimes I just draw what I feel.



Lastly, I've started occasionally running. In other news, I've discovered how painfully out of shape I am. Apparently fitness is not earned through eating purely brown sugar croissants, much to my surprise.

I won't even pretend I haven't been woefully neglectful of you lately, internet. I found this thing called spring, and suddenly the outside world doesn't look like such a harsh and inhospitable place!

A tidbit:

Oh geez, I'm woefully behind on everything lately...

I made a birthday card for my grandmother, a hand painted robin on stonehenge paper...you can't tell, but it's double sided and stitched along the bottom and open along the top to form a pocket to contain little birthday wishes :)



Also, Ken over at Boxed in Design was kind enough to ask me to answer a few questions - you can read about 'em here!

A mystery of sorts: