Just a quick doodle of how I should have dressed to work today! It is the middle of May and I am FREEZING and envying my colleague who is wearing a jumper! Even Little Bee had a winter coat today… but I didn’t put gloves on her and her hands were so cold when we got to nursery 
Seriously… I don’t think I can take the cold much longer
It was 19 years ago, the stolen painting of The Scream by Edvard Munch was returned.
Almost 10 years ago I met my hubby. Almost 10 years ago, I copy painted Screaming Lisa.
It was Scott’s birthday on Saturday and Little Bee drew a portrait of Scott for his birthday present.
When I went to pick Little Bee up from nursery on Monday, I had a look in her tray as she was still busy painting and found this drawing. She came over to me and told me that the drawing is for my birthday (which is at the end of the month) and that it is a gingerbread man.
She drew spots on the gingerbread man as I am still spotty from chickenpox.
Errm… Thanks?
I never understood the significance of giving an apple to a teacher but after Googling about it these are some of the theories:
What ever the reason is, the apple was the first thought that came to my head when I saw the topic. OK. I lied. First I had a scramble of thoughts, from my mom (who was a teacher), teachers at school, a hen showing its chicks the ropes… then the apple.
A late submission to Illustration Friday. When I received the topic on Friday, my brain just froze! I couldn’t think of anything. After a few days I decided to just forget about it. There will be a new topic next Friday.
However, today as I was sitting down and looking at other submission, my mind wandered to one of my favourite story when I was a child. I read it over and over again. A book by Hans Christian Andersen. The Little Match Girl. A sad story. Would I have wanted the ending to be different? No, as I always thought she was at a better place in the end.
When the sun is shining and flowers blooming, bees bounce from bloom to bloom… and that makes me happy 
Lonesome George used to cut a very lonely figure…. but heck some guy (Bob Marley if you must know) sang ‘no woman, no cry’ 
Seeing little ones being carried like this always amazes me. I used to carry Little Bee with a batik cloth on my front… never did try to carry her on my back. Wasn’t confident enough in my ability I guess.
30 September 2011
I love watching Little Bee sleep. She looks so peaceful… so unlike when she’s awake… and I join with her afternoon hibernation as I need to rejuvenate myself.
Thinking of adding colours to my drawing… we’ll see…