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The weather outside is bloody awful. I am sat right by the window and there’s gusts of wind and rain pelting against it. I am glad I am indoors and snugly warm. Currently have a blanket wrapped around me.

Here’s some work in progress. The Littlest Plague Doctor. Aww. I usually do a sketch in Photoshop, drag it into Illustrator to do the main elements there, then drag it back into Photoshop to scribble out some ideas like a background - or in this case, a background and some balloons. Then it’ll be back over into Illustrator to add those ideas to the overall picture.


 
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I would have bet my stash of Christmas treats that it was The Sarcastic Ones birthday today. In all the time I’ve known The One of Sarcasm (twelve years you know), I could have sworn her birthday was on the 18th December. And I was wrong. It’s tomorrow.

Look! I made stuff. Using yesterday’s doodle. Go lookie :D

 
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Cute Gas Mask Guy wants to give you his heart. Drawing a gas mask. Gaaaah. First time I’ve drawn one. It took me days to get something down that I was happy with.

 
I received my first Moleskine from my brother-in-law as a Christmas present last year. I started it on the first of January, and did think (because of the speed I was filling the pages) I would need a new one at the end of February. This was not the case.

With fourteen days to go (excluding today), I still have over ten pages to fill. I probably won’t complete them before the year has finished, but that doesn’t matter. I will probably get a new Moleskine at the beginning of the year, so that one will be waiting for me when I finish this one. I also want to get Wreck This Journal, to keep me busy in the following year.

My Molkeskine has provided me with much creative fun. Not only have I filled it with doodles and photos, but it has also become somewhere I can stick stuff I want to keep that I otherwise wouldn’t know what to do with. You know, things like ticket stubs for days out you don’t want to forget. Cuttings out of magazines that contain awesome stuff etc. It has therefore not just been a sketchbook for me, but also a scrapbook, a journal for my art as well as notes from everyday life.

The following pictures show my Molskine bulking up (though not to the point where it’s impossible to close… yet). A letter to my father. Three pieces of Resident Evil fanart, and a diagram of my husband using his Mii character as representation of what he looks like.
 
 
I wish I wasn’t so damn shy. Sometimes I want to curl up into a tight ball, muttering, 'please don't look at me.'

Then, on the occasion I scrap together enough courage to do something, I spend the whole time afterwards berating myself for it. ‘Why did I do that/say that/write that/etc. I must have looked/sounded/appeared like a complete idiot.’ This feeling then continues to haunt me for the rest of my life.

 
Amazingly I’ve been up since 8.30, and no, not because I couldn’t sleep, but because I chose to be. Okay, not completely 100% my choice. I am up because someone is coming to fix our boiler later. But in the time I’ve been up (it’s now 9.44), I’ve cleaned the bathroom, vacuumed around and mopped the floors. Go me.

I didn't get any chance to doodle this weekend. Not that I am complaining. Saturday and Sunday were both nice. My brother-in-law came up from London with his fiancée for a pre-Christmas visit and dinner. My mother in-law currently has Shingles, so we decided on ditching doing a fancy dinner for pizza and picky food. We then spent the rest of the evening laughing at things like bad album covers, awkward family photos and wtf bad romance covers. We couldn’t quite get over this one.

 
These candy tins would make lovely stocking fillers. You could fill them full of sweets or maybe something else that fits in there?
 
 
Ideal for after Christmas wh writing thank you letters on