- I force myself out of bed at 6:15 despite feeling like death warmed over. The page calls. I need to get it down before the memory of his smile slips away.
- Crunch the numbers. Make it work.
- You’d think after living here 11 years I’d remember a) Victoria Day is a thing and b) not to put off groceries until Saturday before. But you’d be wrong.
- Connection, joy, and truth are more important to me than creativity because they come out naturally in my work. Creativity is the vessel–a mode of communication–not a value in itself.
- I smile at everyone who cuts me off, blocks the entire aisle with their cart, gives me a dirty look. They’re probably not having the day they wanted to have, either.
- Of course the Internet thought of Hipster Gaston before me, but it makes me laugh so hard when I think of it.
- A chocolate sheet cake with the perfect frosting, a three-tiered lemon-blueberry cake, chicken-and-veggies dinner for three, and a partridge in a pear tree.
- I cringe at my reaction to the returning softness at my belly. I want to not care. But I do.
- He puts together the tricycle and doll stroller without me, with trepidation. I’m the handy one. But he does a great job; my pride is nigh parental.
- Fireworks two days early.
haha I just spotted this post, very very late to the game. Thank you for sharing my Gaston art – I’m glad you enjoy it 🙂
I’ve got the print up on my etsy now in case you or anyone else are interested!
https://www.etsy.com/ca/listing/921901884/hipster-gaston-i-use-antlers-in-all-of?ref=shop_home_active_2
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