Christmas cards - attempt no.1

It's that awful time of year again. I've got to come up with some ideas for Christmas cards. Here's what I've come up with so far - not quite suitable for the in-laws, I suspect...

 

I was kind of going for a  'Christmas brain' kind of theme, you know, good food and alcohol, the joy of family, the giving of gifts and general warm conviviality. Needless to say I couldn't summon the good will. I might have puked down my clothes.

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As usual, I am not making this shit up.

New products

I've got two new things available in my Envelop shop - a tote bag and a cushion.

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It's Friday and I am faced with the prospect of working this weekend when I wanted to be painting the house with the husband. We move in a week today and there is a LOT to do. Eep!

Have a happy, sunny weekend, all!

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30 years

Yup. It's my thirtieth birthday today. I'm officially grown up! How do I feel? No different really - it's kind of nice to be in your thirties, I think. I feel like my life is pootling along nicely - I have a wonderful husband, I live in a beautiful place (the house is a little lacking but we will remedy that soon, I hope!), and I have an amazing family. I feel incredibly lucky because of these things. My career is going OK - looks like this Christmas will be manic again - and I hope that I'll never give up trying to improve it.

Things have gone a bit crazy round here. It's the usual 'when it rains, it pours' thing with work - three jobs at once, two of them big and lasting until the new year. I am a busy bee right now, but it's all good fun and I'm always much happier when I'm occupied with work. So posting might be a bit lighter around here until next year, but I do hope to find time to keep drawing things to make you laugh.

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As I get older my enthusiasm for the festive season wanes. I just can't be bothered to buy vacuous presents for people nor to pretend that I'm pleased when I receive them... Bah humbug!

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Got the midweek blues. Other bloggers post inspirational poems or happy pictures. I draw miserable rabbits.

All I can think of right now is lunch. In front of something like Bargain Hunt. Oh dear.

I'll be away tomorrow in London for an interview (It's for a short film project that I really want to do. Scary!) so I won't be back until Friday. Wish me luck!

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Me yesterday.

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I'm having a kind of existential panic here...

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Feeling a bit frazzled as usual...

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As I get older, I have come to realize that most of us are singing from the bullshit hymnsheet - it makes life easier :-)

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Back to adulthood for now... I swear, this is an almost word-for-word transcript of a conversation we had when I went home last week.

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Panicking about how much our monthly payments could be if we want to buy another house.

And that's your lot of ten. I've really enjoyed drawing the 'adulthood' series - I will re-visit it again no doubt very soon. I will return with a new series tomorrow or Wednesday, depending on how long it takes for me to think of something new. Any suggestions are welcome!

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I'm not kidding.

Have a good weekend, all!

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No matter how hard you try to avoid it, you always end up back in Ikea sooner than you wish...

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You know it's the beginning of the end when you look in the mirror one morning and you see something has drastically changed without you noticing it. Now, let me tell you something: I have never had a crease under my bum cheeks. It's just a feature (or lack thereof) of my strangely flat yet square-edged Chinese arse. Words such as 'peachy' and 'pert' have never really applied to it. It's just there, somewhere under the odd folds of my jeans (trousers have never hung quite right on my behind). But I didn't have creases under the cheeks. Not until (I admit, in my increasingly pointless vanity) I deemed to turn round and look at it in the mirror this morning. I'm not gaining weight; I'm not even nearly overweight, but there they were. They were not even the kind of normal creases that some ladies have - you know, a single, well-defined line - but were kind of dry, multiple wrinkles, like my bum's equivalent of crow's feet. I am mortified. I am not even 30 years old yet. Lord help me, I'm dying.

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Adulthood is when you realize that it would have been MUCH much better to have been born as a dog.

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Every morning is a bit of a struggle. With the husband getting up at 6.30am and me being naturally more of a night owl than a lark, things can feel a bit fuzzy in the mornings. Paradoxically, whilst it takes some effort to haul myself out of bed, I do love being up early, especially in the countryside.