Mummy

I miss my mummy. She's back in Sweden now and is coming over on Friday. (donthateme!)

I still sometimes think back on that afternoon a few weeks ago when she was here and trying to help me out with my new IKEA-shelf. She's overworked but wants to help me in my depressive/lonely/struggling phase. The shelf was not cooperating with us at all, and after 4 hours or sweating and struggling and some violence, we gave up. Mama was on the verge of tears and I started comforting and reassuring her that it was okay.

"Still want some of that cake?"

"Oh, that's right... Yes."

She was meant to go to a friend's 50th birthday-party afterwards, so I said:

"Let's have some cake, and then you can go to the party, yeah?"

"Damn it, I was supposed to be helping you, not the other way around!" she whined with this endearing, weak lil' smile. It was so cute that she cared.

I look forward to seeing her so I can hug her to death. My mummy is my heroine right now, in this hard adult-life. Who would've thought. She's really changed.

First Post; Totally winging it

Okay... Got out of bed, that's a start. Going to draw after I've had my tea and lil' bread done. Can't draw on an empty stomach. And I better get stuff done - that Kia'ka poked me about her commission, asking how it's coming along... shiiiiiiiit. Le guilt.

So that's the first thing I'ma do. Colouring that bloody trollesse. Quick and painful. Then get that lil' pridegasm when I've finished.

Is amazing how many times I drew the same drawing over and over again yesterday, thinking "hey I got this anatomy thing DOWWWN!" ... and then kept fucking it up. So I'm hoping today will be better. I spend a lot of time just playing with the technique and making it look pretty, even if I'm going to cover it all with clothing anyway. Well, it's quite fun practise... anatomy... *smirk*