Friday, March 20, 2015

Rusty Me

You can see by the overall looks of things that I have not spent much time flexing my drawing muscles. Rusty me. Drawing muscles are very different from my writing muscles. Rusty me. I've forgotten what wings look like! Rusty me. I'm not good at telling jokes. Forever rusty I will be when it comes to that, but I will never need a refresher course in pen anatomy. 

I need new markers. All my favorites are empty. Rusty . . . Forgetful me. Thank goodness there is a remedy. Wait and see. I am gonna knock your tail feathers loose! Boastful, silly, hopeful me.


  1. I would be delighted to be able to draw this well. Your rustiness is not evident to me!

    1. You have mad talent, Jackie. If I don't draw often my drawing muscles atrophy. :) But I had to do the "how many angels can fit on the head of a pen" pun before I forgot it. Then I was too lazy to draw it again so soon, so . . . Thanks for the encouragment. I will do better, and then you will see what I mean. :)

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    1. {{{Mrs. Duffy}}} <--- A big hug! I'm grateful. I restocked 6 of my favorite markers yesterday. I'm getting ahead of myself and way ahead of the letter to Jackie about Copic markers. :) Stay tuned, okay?

      Thanks you.