Thanks, Susan! I've just run over to my other blog, where the link to yours is parked in the sidebar there, to check out your latest blog post. I left a comment on yours, but will repeat here how very pleased I am with how the picture turned out as a print. I hope you're happy with it and that it will bring you years of pleasure in looking at it. (I think the quilt on the bed below goes perfectly with it, too). :-D
johanna, Isn't it terrible how big and dark and impossible worries appear in the middle of the night when all our defenses are down? An excellent example you make, of turning molehills into mountains.
And here I thought she was just contemplating her navel...
And guessing from the size of her, looks like a certain baby currently an innie is about to become an outie, after obtaining the right of way through the rites of passage.
Owen, "Contemplating her navel" haha--good one! Always fun to glimpse the inner workings of your mind in its twists and turns through the dark tunnels therein. I particularly like the sign at its entrance, "Welcome to the Fun House"; though the exit sign is a little more daunting, "Welcome to the Hotel California."
Piqued, taking a peek at the peak.
ReplyDeleteWV - gyrolood: Who spun the outhouse?
Loved the Maxim today. And I posted about that and the wonderful art you did for me on my blog.
ReplyDeleteLucky she can still see it.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of belly buttons,
I once read that Angels do
not have them.
DCW,
ReplyDeleteI think she was feeling a litte peaky but maybe that had something to do with the spinning outhouse.
Thanks, Susan!
ReplyDeleteI've just run over to my other blog, where the link to yours is parked in the sidebar there, to check out your latest blog post. I left a comment on yours, but will repeat here how very pleased I am with how the picture turned out as a print. I hope you're happy with it and that it will bring you years of pleasure in looking at it. (I think the quilt on the bed below goes perfectly with it, too).
:-D
Shirl,
ReplyDeleteI wonder how and who found out about the angels and the missing belly-buttons!
Well,this is one time when change is unavoidable!
ReplyDeleteoh, thanks for reminding... i´m a big mountain-maker;) especially in dark night hours... only to see in the morning that it all was in vain...
ReplyDeleteVery interesting. This maxim me I have to apply myself. Sometimes it's what I do. Delicious drawing.
ReplyDeleteForest Dream Weaver,
ReplyDeleteI had a good chuckle over your comment! Great how you connected the two posts to each other.
:-D
johanna,
ReplyDeleteIsn't it terrible how big and dark and impossible worries appear in the middle of the night when all our defenses are down? An excellent example you make, of turning molehills into mountains.
Leovi,
ReplyDeleteBut when you make those gorgeously coloured mountains out of molehills in your magic abstract photos it is art!
And here I thought she was just contemplating her navel...
ReplyDeleteAnd guessing from the size of her, looks like a certain baby currently an innie is about to become an outie, after obtaining the right of way through the rites of passage.
Owen,
ReplyDelete"Contemplating her navel" haha--good one!
Always fun to glimpse the inner workings of your mind in its twists and turns through the dark tunnels therein. I particularly like the sign at its entrance, "Welcome to the Fun House"; though the exit sign is a little more daunting, "Welcome to the Hotel California."
LAUGHING OUT LOUD !
ReplyDeleteYou can check out, but you can never leave...
You slay me...
BrO,
ReplyDelete:-) you got it.
http://youtu.be/_4_4jKENxuk
You are so darned clever. and I love the whimsy of these illustrated maxims. They always put a smile on my face!
ReplyDeleteStickup,
ReplyDeleteYou have such a lovely smile.
:-)