Goddamn reflection. Sometimes I wish I was a bit more like a vampire. The no reflection part would not bother me – I can apply my lipstick just fine without a mirror.
I’ve been spamming everyone that I have ever met with a photo of this drawing. Sorry. That’s what I do when I’m happy.. Harass people. That’s how I roll.
Anyway. Drawn from a random photo I found on a popular search engine whose name rhymes with ‘woogle’. However, as my supervisor pointed out yesterday.. I have managed to make it look like me. Not intentionally, promise. My subconscious brain is one hell of a narcissistic. Parts of my conscious brain too…
I’m half way through making a squigdy pudgy soft cat for my niece’s birthday. Spent yesterday evening with my fist up a cats bum watching half watching American Horror Story.
Photos will follow later once all limbs have been attached and all orifices have been stitched up. That’s gross. Sorry guys. I just really wanted to use the word ‘orifice’.
I’m a bit worried that Yet To Be Named cat has a bit of a special look about him. That’s what you get for trying to make something nice whilst keeping an eye on a stabby murder man in a gimp suit lunging around.