A scribbly Saturday.

I've been drawing a lot lately. I have plans, ultimately, to put some art-based things on my etsy (which I'm not going to link to, today, because I realised on Friday that ALL bar one of my listings have expired so there isn't much point in pimping it until I sort that out!). Maybe greetings cards or something. I like the idea of doing prints, but it also makes me feel terribly shy and shrink away from it.

I still couldn't imagine putting one of my drawings on my wall. Probably because I live in a house with someone who paints like this. Yeah, my dad is pretty much amazing.

But anyway! Due to the lethal combination of power ballads and sambuca, I've been a little hungover today (although taking the cheese-based recovery method has worked a treat) so a lazy Saturday night in with my sketchpad and pencil for company (and chocolate, and old episodes of the Office on Dave) has been just the ticket. Writing a blog entry at 2.30am is not so much the ticket, though. I am silly.