warm hats for Dixie and Percy!
By seasonal coincidence the artwork on my drawing board this week sees Dixie and Percy all wrapped up in warm clothes.
I’m thinking a deerstalker for Dixie. Tying up earflaps if you already have long ears appeals to me.
For Percy it is knitted little number, maybe striped, maybe pink. But the really pressing issue, on a level as must have vexed Michelangelo as he painted the Sistine Chapel, is…
bobble or no bobble?
and a sentimental afternoon…
Today I had a huge sort out of our enormous library of family books, now that our children are grown up.
Bag after bag lined up in the hall waiting to be taken to the charity shop.
and the ghost of Didsworth Hall…
A Halloween sleepover at Dixie’s house.
Percy is scaring himself witless reading the tale of the ghost of Didsworth Hall, who – having been parted in dreadful circumstances from his head – listlessly wanders the long gallery, emitting miserable moans and leaving the air clammy and cold.
Thank goodness Dixie has stocked up with comforting supplies of Ovaltine and chocolate digestives.
I scared myself too this week, at the Pitt Rivers Museum in Oxford.
Drawer after drawer of exhibits such as this:
proving that there’s nothing in the world quite as spooky as ordinary people.
When you’re shopping do you you play the game of what food best describes you?
You don’t? Oh but you MUST, not least so that I don’t have to play it on my own!
font geekiness – is it only me?
I do feel very strongly about different typefaces. Some make me recoil in horror, some lead me to purr and stroke.