Rain drop, plic ploc
On the old Powell tramway
Cold feet, I dream

(Ca c'est le temps a SF aujourd'hui. Le parapluie je l'ai commence il y a 3 semaines)

shoot.

A special "bonjour" to people coming from

today.

Thanks Sam for posting my illustration.*^_^*

Pour Krysalia

Je prete pas mes jouets. Et mes stylos a pailletes, vous pouvez, mais il faut bien remettre le bouchon apres.

When you are a grown up you can say "no" to people who wants to borrow your toys. I kind of like it.

Since Ringo means apple, I added some extra little stars. Never, ever miss a good bad play on words. You never know.

Je ne sais pas s'il est plus chiyogamisé, mais je me suis bien amusée...
Et c'est le plus important. On est la pour s'amuser, non?

Demain je me propose de changer ce superbe motif de pomme en Chiyogami, ou alors je mange mon motif ( heureusement que je n'ai pas dessine des rhinoceros)

Tomorrow I'll try to transforme this pattern in something that will look like a chiyogami.
If not, I'll eat an apple. Or 2!

Aller au marche avec une food bloggueuse de compet' comme Sweet Sam, c'est un grand pas dans le progres vers le  pure delight, moi je dis :)
Imaginez juste deux minutes, apres deux ans sans yaourt correct, la tete que j'ai fait a la premiere cuillere d'un yaourt digne des meilleures cremeries normandes.

Pensez a moi a votre prochaine Danette...

Rainy and sad day...but

Don't forget to scribble, doodle,
and specialy rabbits.

(I will miss working with you )

This picture, for Zydeco.

Coming back from the Aquarium, I found my way through some little houses...And suddenly I knew it was the right place, I could feel that Doc and Suzy took the same path.The air was crisp and fresh and the waves were high, and I was happy.

Traduction ici:

I wondered why I draw more here. It's very simple: my fingers are less cold in winter time. I'm not the great poet Issa, winter doesn't inspire me.

Tsuitachi no
oyayubi izuru
tabi de soro

First winter day
Big toe showing off
Tabi sock

Premier jour d'hiver
Mon doigt de pied sort de ma chaussette.

Issa, 1810.

Comme quoi l'hiver il faut du doigté.
Les traductions sont de moi, probablement pas terribles...

Cruchotte que je suis , j'allais oublier de passer le relais: Doune, Tomsk, Miss Trop, Adelie (Si elle ne l'ont pas recu )...Et qui ne l'a pas eu!  Je suis desolee je suis un peu moins presente, et beaucoup plus tete en l'air : j'ai beaucoup de travail :)

Translation:

1. I can't stand sad toys. They can look stupid, though :)
2.Back in the seventies we created with my Brother Chalai a Comitee for saving babies skais. I guess we suggested leather as an alternative.  I created a subscrition card in the nineties, but  the two of us were the only ones to find it funny.
3. Sometimes I'm still eight years old inside.
4. by the way I still draw ✳ stars ✳ the same way as I used to when I was eight. And my favourite leaf motif stayed the same, too.
5. I'm a bit geeky. I put the dimmer of my lamp nearby the scanner. Every morning I turn my computer on, the scan buzz, and the magnetic pertubation switch on the light.  And I find it funny, every morning it makes me laugh.  The light twinkle when I use the scanner, but I can't help it.

J'ai ajoute quelques bons liens...Cherchez!

I can't stand depressed toys. I think it's better when they look stupid. It's even better if they look really weird.

I own a depressed doll. She's with me for 32 years now, and I still hope she will smile someday. I never had the heart to leave her behind me. She looks so sad and I like her so much I just couldn't. 

Plus, I know the story of Vassilissa the Beautiful.

I used to read it with Ivan Bilibine illustrations.  I love this illustrator dearly.
Baba-Yaga the witch frightened me so much that I put the book between my matress and the bed, to be sure that she won't be able to pop out of the book at night.

Maybe that's the reason why I kept the habit to keep my feet IN the bed when I sleep.
You never know.