Sometimes your best just has to be good enough
Woooops! Falling a bit behind here (not in terms of the actual Inktobers [I’ve been doing quite well with those], but definitely on my blog posts). But it is times like these when my blog’s tagline rings particularly true…
In any case, here are my 5th and 6th Inktobers: Continue reading “Inktober 2018 Days 5 & 6: Chicken & Drooling”
Today’s Inkober prompt was spell. Originally I had thought I would be doing something related to magic type spells, but after some Googling, I came across this quotation: Continue reading “Inktober 2018 Day 4: Spell”
Today’s Inkober prompt was roasted. I had NO idea what I was going to do for this one… Chicken? Coffee Beans? But then suddenly something popped into my head, and I couldn’t shake it… Continue reading “Inktober 2018 Day 3: Roasted”
Today’s Inkober prompt was tranquil. I honestly didn’t think that it would be difficult to find a great quote or lyric for this prompt, but in the end I made up my own piece of wisdom as I couldn’t find anything I liked. Continue reading “Inktober 2018 Day 2: Tranquil”
Oh my word, it has been a (very long) while! But I’m back (for the moment at least)!
Last week my almost-sister-in-law talked me into participating in the 2018 Inkober initiative. She has been participating in it for a couple of years (she is an awesome artist, you should totally check out her website, and some of her previous Inktobers here, here, and here…). The initial conversation went something like this: Continue reading “Inktober 2018 Day 1: Poisonous”
Nanuq (AKA Nookie, AKA Baby Girl), came into our lives as a flea-ridden, tick-infested, worm-infected puppy. We got her the day after the first dog I have ever truly loved passed away unexpectedly. Husband-man was insistent, but I believe I said something along the lines of “you can get a new dog, but you can’t make me love it”.
When I was a little girl, my grandfather (rest his soul) was an avid Sunday watcher of Formula One. For many years I could not understand the appeal of watching cars drive around and around the same track for over 50 laps. All of that changed in 2012 after I started dating husband-man (who was then boyfriend-man).
My first ever Grand Prix was the Japanese race in 2012. I was so invested in Kamui Kobayashi getting a podium (i.e., third place) finish that I could barely contain my excitement. And from that moment I was hooked.
