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Half day at work today.  The sound you hear is that of angels singing.  For some reason, I always get way more done when I have a half day at work over when I take the whole day off.  So I expect to go home and get to getting with the completion of holiday shit.  The gifts I ordered that were promised before Christmas actually arrived last night; faster than I expected so I'ma give a shout out to Ideeli and Amazon for that miracle.  I also think my UPS man deserves a shout as he has discovered the hidden cubby in the nightstand next to the front door and now leaves my packages there, which was my intention when I put it out there.  (Note to self:  paint that thing.  It's horrible, F.)  The Fed Ex guy still throws them over my back porch.  That's fine too, I guess, but it's easier to just toss 'em in the cubby if you're already knocking on the damn door that it's next to.

The perpetual nose-sparkles have subsided, but now I get the morning snorty snot fest.  I still don't feel terrible, so I'm just going to accept this mucus factory in my face for the time being.  It's better than the plague I usually get.  Though in fairness, I must attribute the nose-sparkle term to Royann.  She's the one I heard it from first.  A perfect description, but alas, not mine to claim. 

I'm drawing a photo of my friend Amanda right now.  It's daunting to do the faces of people I know.  I don't mind working on my face, cos if I screw it up, it's my own face.  Working on Amanda's though, I fear not getting it right.  Last night, I was cleaning up some lines, replotting some proportions, and I finally had to stop because the drawing was starting to look more like me than Amanda.  Maybe I'm projecting because I'd like to look like Amanda, or maybe my hand was just going to what's familiar.  In any case, I'll work on it more over this weekend to see if I can capture her correctly.

I also have a stack of photos from Shannon's flickr stream that I want to replicate.  I asked her a while back if she was okay with me using her as a muse and she agreed to it; she sends me high res images if I need them.  It's nice to have that explicit permission, especially when her photostream is so rife with awesome images to draw!  I have a small one of her that I've plotted out and need to fill in the detail.  It's also a face shot and I hope I can do her justice as well. 

The other night, I got around to putting my drawings in sleeve protectors in a binder, in sequential order.  I'd like to go back even further, print out a few images of my drawing pre-workshop with Mark so there's a frame of reference.  Even just the first couple drawings in there, it's mind boggling to me to see that progress.  I hold fast that it's mainly patience.  I have the patience to sit and plot everything out, to draw, erase, draw, erase, draw, erase, and draw until it comes out right.  It's a zen thing for me.  I think anyone could do it, so long as they have the patience to measure, plot, draw, edit, erase, plot, draw, lather, rinse, and repeat.

Also, it's the end of the year again.  I need to sit down and put together my list of yearly revelations.  Screw a bunch of resolutions at the beginning of the year.  I prefer revelations at the end.  Much more satisfying.  I invite everyone else to join me in the shunning of resolutions. 

Happy holiday of your choice!

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[Mamma Pants]

Add this to your small collection of Mamma Pants' wisdoms: Anything in life can be achieved through practice, practice, practice. Which is what you're doing. Good on you, My Favorite Dotter.