A friend of mine recently asked me if I was sleeping with a wedge. I assume he meant one of those funnily shaped pillows you clamp between your knees in a desperate attempt to get a little more comfortable at night. But as soon as he had uttered the words, my personal little Kopfkino had started, creating weird images in my head like dry humping a cushion or sleeping with a shoe.
It was the other day at Blog Camp London that I met a lovely PR lady from Cross Pens, telling her that initially, I had started this very blog to put up my illustrations. That’s a long time ago (three and a half years ago, to be precise), and I realised that I really miss sketching. I have never been exceptionally good at it; it’s just something I enjoy doing. The scratching sound of a pen on paper always had a soothing effect on me. I don’t know why I ever gave it up. And now that my first baby has grown into a little girl, drawing is something we can finally do together.
Little L’s comment on the above sketch: ‘The lady has only one shoe. The lady looks sad. Draw the other shoe and make her look happy!’