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This little birdie has found a place to nest for the winter.

All of my paper, pens and paint are stuffed away in little brown boxes for safe travel. I'm taking a little break to set up my new house. It has space for a studio, yippee! Hopefully it will help me to make lots of lovely artwork for your viewing pleasure.

Skinny

Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean;
And so betwixt the two of them,
They licked the platter clean

On a happier note than the last post (someone told me it was sad). Here is my Illustration Friday submission.

Lost

Wishing my breadcrumbs hadn't been eaten up by the crows, blown away in the wind or washed up by the rain. Whichever it may have been I've been left, lost in the woods. Maybe some lovely fairy will twinkle me out of here.

Frozen

Something Artemis Wilde might do. A little wintry post for Illustration Friday.

Owl

Ready for the masquerade.