Drawing all my daughter’s clothes last November is one of my favourite recent projects, so I was keen to get it printed up into a comic for people to buy. They arrived today! These are a lot smaller than the other comics I’ve recently been involved in (Two Birds and Salon of Rejects), because IContinue reading “Everything My Daughter Wore in November: now for sale as a comic”
Here are the drawings of my daughter’s clothes for the final nine days of November (you can see the other weeks here: part one, part two, part three). Click any of the small pictures below to see them at full size. And here are all 30 pictures, nicely arranged in a Flickr album: I didContinue reading “Clovember part 4: the final week of drawing my daughter’s clothes”
A funny thing happened at the beginning of Janaury. My phone is set to ping every time someone likes one of my blog posts or follows my blog. This has not been, in general, exactly what you might call an intrusion: it normally happens in a cluster after I make a new post, or otherwiseContinue reading “Hello, people: all about me”
[Click to see bigger] Spot the non-deliberate mistake!
Every first of November, I have to decide whether I’m going to join in with Clovember again. Clovember (clothes + November) is a tradition in my small corner of the internet, whereby one photographs what one is wearing, every day in November, and blogs about it. If that sounds dull, you’d be surprised at howContinue reading “Really not, in any way at all, doing Clovember”
February 1st is Hourly Comics Day, when (mad) people commit to drawing a cartoon every hour that they are awake. I saw this happen on Twitter last year, somewhat wistfully, because by the time I knew it was happening, my day was half over. This year I was no better prepared, but I did atContinue reading “All my #hourlycomicday posts in one place”
Yesterday, I had the very singular experience of sitting in the London Gudrun Sjödén shop, sketching away while customers came to greet Gudrun herself, who was in town for a flying visit. As I listened to the women who queued up to speak to Gudrun, and as I chatted to her in between times, itContinue reading “Meeting Gudrun and the women who wear her clothes”