Day #3

[A Sketch A Day] - Day #3 / Heart Skulls.

Americans must of thought I was an b!tch yesterday. Spreading so much hate, full of spite and hatred.

Raining on their beautiful thanksgiving parade...

It wasn't purposely done, yesterday just went rapidly downhill & I have a habit of destroying everything in my path.

The end of the day was just as bad as the start - I couldn't sleep, I ended up doing a sh!t sketch of the day at some unholy hour and wrote many spiteful entries into my little golden book.

But it's better off in that book or on here... or pretty much anywhere other than my head.

Writing keeps me sane. 

I hope you had a good Thanksgiving - if you celebrated it - I can only apologize if you got

in my path...

A Sketch A Day - #2

Horrific. Handwriting.

Day #2 - Unicorn

Mid way through it wasn't looking so good, but it turned out a lot better than I thought

it would.

I do have, somewhat, of a unicorn obsession right now. I like to think it's always been there, hiding,

but now it's just decided to burst out.

Unicorns aside... Christmas! More importantly, Secret Santa (!!)

I'm taking part in what is possibly the best idea ever.

A Secret Santa between bloggers!

{Melina} left me a comment the other day and invited me and so I thought I'd check it out

and I think it's an amazing idea.

You can find out more about it over on {Only A Flight Away} or {Famous In My Own Mind}

Tuesday.

Tuesday.

Slept in my make up last night; I do this too often. Little did I know I had no form of

make up remover left, until this morning... but fine.

I spent half my morning - when I say half, I mean 'entire' - in yesterdays make up

that was probably rubbed various times by my hands during the night, making it a little worse.

Obviously, this doesn't really matter. The only part of me that makes it matter is that feeling I get when I've done my make up in the morning. It's like war paint to me... once it's applied, I'm ready for the day. 

That's the end of preparing for my day: Wake up > Breakfast > Make up.

So I had to spend the morning feeling somewhat empty and out of place.

I washed my hair and waited for my mother to come back and save the day.

Normal terms: 'come back with face wipes' 

It's a rarity, but I didn't put eyeliner on today. Just mascara & bronze eyeshadow.

For some reason, I seem to have this desire to take photos before I've dried my hair...

Yesterday's make up; Wet hair.

The dried untameable mane.

I've been inspired to take up a sketch a day, again.

We start, today, with a Robin.

I'm fond of them and the little burst of colour on their chests.

I f#!ked up the feet and it's a little misshapen... But there it is, sitting on the first page of

my newest sketch pad.

And you get to see my horrific handwriting too...