Recently I had reason to grab some of my Monster High dolls for photos. I MISS THEM. They used to be on shelves in the office, but post-Harvey, they are packed safely away. I need to bring them out more often for some playfulness.
First, I found this little cart when I was Christmas shopping and it perfectly illustrates why I shouldn’t shop. It has no function whatsoever but I wanted it for the dolls. So…
I posted it on Instagram and suggested people give me names for a young monster romance with this as its cover. Romantic comedy would be as good, though, if you’re more into movies than books.
I work with a man named Luis who I discovered is a gifted artist. When we talked about art, and he found out I like pen and inks, he made a gift of this to me. SO NICE!
(On Instagram if you want to check out more of his work: https://www.instagram.com/datboij0k3r/)
Little Dead Riding Wolf wants to move in NOW. Definitely beats a bin in the closet.
I love the painting, but it makes me think of Australia, which is not so good right now.
How are the post-Harvey renovations coming on? Maybe I will see as I read back in time?