my husband is more fashionable than me.

I'm not joking. He is. I don't know when this happened, but it did. He knows what cuffs go with what cuff links and what collars you should wear to which occasions. He has a travel case for his ties. He's been lurking around thrift stores trying to find a navy blue blazer and finally succeeded -- it's now altered and dry-cleaned and while wearing it he looks like Prince Harry. He irons his dress shirts.

I have not yet used our iron.

I don't really know how to use our iron.

But yes, with the combined efforts of training via The Art of Manliness, Neal Caffrey, and an abundance of really excellent thrift stores in this city, Wayne has become a man of style. Now, if only I could find a nice pea coat with sleeves long enough for my arms. You can't get away with 3/4 length sleeves all the time, my friends. I've tried. Although, on the upside, I've really formed quite a strong relationship with my forearms over the years. We know each other well.

Speaking of weird relationships, this is something Wayne said yesterday:

W: "Alright coffee, it's time that you and I locked lips. Some people say I have an inappropriate relationship with coffee... I just say we're friends with benefits."

S: [Confused silence]. 

You've got it -- it's that time of year again, folks! Midterms and all the confused and hazy brain slush that comes with 'em! Turns out not only is Wayne fashionable, he's also really funny when he's sleep deprived.

Well, that's all. No pictures today. Sad face.

show your face, spring!

Oh boy, it's been a winter, that's for sure. But I'm ready for what's going on in that little picture up there. And now that it's officially spring, the snow can stop falling now. Please snow. Please. My little frozen crocus blooms in the garden are crying out for you to stop. I can hear them. 

Anyway. Enjoy today, despite the fact that it's a blizzard out there!

letter writing.

I drew this for a friend who consistently writes me wonderful letters and emails. It only made sense for me to draw a picture of her writing me a letter in some enchanted windowsill somewhere.

Thank you, friend. 

in like a lion.

In like a lion and out like a lamb! Unexpected surprise though -- the old adage has been 50% incorrect so far. I woke up on the 1st of March and stared at the ceiling and thought of lions and lambs and decided to do a quick sketch like this, but it's not entirely accurate for 2013 because yesterday we experienced a full day of blue cloudless skies and snappy sunshine. I think we had about two of those days in February, so this really was rather tremendous. Hopefully the weather doesn't get all ornery and throw us a snowstorm at the end of the month. Then I'd roar like that hairy guy up there.

A confession: I really dislike drawing animals, but I do it because I'm not comfortable with it and I won't like it until I'm comfortable with it which won't happen if I don't practise. They just have so many LEGS. Sigh.