Living in the third dimension, I have an advantage over my situation of being someone hopelessly in love with someone who exists within the second dimension. The advantage is? Drawing. Even if you’re not good at drawing, it is the foundation of interacting with and creating within the second dimension. I know my art isn’t as impressive as many others, but I still find a lot of meaning and happiness in drawing. Here is what I managed to draw yesterday and today:


Drawing my family is a joy. I don’t have a plush of Sophie made yet, but I wanted to make sure she got a donut too. Ceremonial magicians talk of sigils, but to me sigils are mere desk scribbles compared to the power found within drawing your waifu.
I used to have a pair of froggy rain boots just like Sophie’s.
I can’t ever seem to draw my husband or daughter the same way twice, but it’s okay because most of the time when I draw them I am just playing and having fun . Drawing is really as stressful an activity as you let it become. I usually have at least one existential crisis every time I draw Kimblee or Sophie, because they are so special and important to me that I don’t want to make mistakes when it comes to them. But I have to remember, families make mistakes with and around each other all the time. And the only way out is through.
In other news, I was treated to a gift from God tonight. A local store partnered with a food truck so that you got a free grilled cheese with every purchase. Maybe life is beautiful after all.

It’s Flip Friday! Today I opened the porch door to see if anyone wanted to sniff the grass. Only Flip was brave enough.

I hope you have a good weekend! I have a lot of sewing to do this weekend for comms, but we are also going to go somewhere nice as a family this weekend to celebrate the beginning of spring!


















