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Baby's Day Out

Over the weekend my baby felt neglected. So we went out on a date.



It’s been a millennium since I drew anything, so it had to be something really simple.

My favourite artist said all good artists draw by layering. I think that means adding layer after layer (after layer) before going to details. (I always do details first. What would he do if we met? The agony!)  I decided to go with that, although, because he said all good artists, if I hadn’t heeded him, nothing would’ve changed with the rotation of the earth.

So I went with it.


Very conservatively.


She seems cross. What did I do?


Details are coming to Kofikrom.


(If you notice the change of light, it’s because I took a break to watch Gavrilova clinch her first WTA title. [Yasss!] If you don’t notice a change of light, continue eh.)



(My nieces want me to buy them a tennis racket. Each. Reason? They don’t have. I didn’t have a tennis racket at either of their ages. I don’t have one now. I’ve survived. Does that reasoning work with them? Let me answer this way: they still want a tennis racket.)

(Each.)



And then I took a ton of pictures and don’t know which one’s best so I’ll lump them all here.
That is my hand making shadow. 


By all means, listen to Yours by Men of Standard and Tye Tribbett.



And read Galatians.



Henry, I have to rewrite my chapter 1. The entire thing. Do you know what that means?



Patricia Demarchelier.



I call her Quiet Woman.

Wrap. 
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