Habit 24: Xenophobia
This was the only habit listed for the letter X. No sign of a Xylophone anywhere. I’m a hugger, not a hater, so I steered clear of humans and naturally headed to the animal kingdom to show the fear/hatred of foreigners instead…
(Love this breed of penguins - stylers. I’d be their friend.)
Habit 22: Vanity
FIVE MINUTE SKETCH (can you tell? …ahem) Richard Watkins eat your heart out.
I was going to do something clever along the lines of Narcissus, but, I was rushing out to a BBQ and knew I needed more time to do the sketch, when I spied my flatmate (who doesn’t want to be named… let’s call her Bodie) with her feet on the balcony ledge with toilet paper twined elaborately through her toes and the late afternoon sun glinting on the fresh blood-red lacquered tootsies. I’ve never done the toe separation thing with cotton/toilet paper - I’ve always thought it looks utterly ridiculous. Plus I have good control over my toes. So I sat next to her and scribbled for five minutes, giggling the whole time because toes just generally crack me up, and my scribble was so un-precious, while Bodie continually said ‘it’s not your best work Gretch’ … well, no, but it’s a 5 minute sketch and the subject matter are your toes so, shush please Bodie.
Habit 21: Urbanity
Urbanity:
1. polished courtesy; elegance of manner; refinement.
2. the quality or character of life in a city or town; “there is an important difference between rusticity and urbanity”
As you may have gathered, I hail from the ‘rustic’ group, although I was raised to exude truckloads of refinement, thank you very much (*perfectly executed curtsy*). However, ten years in London has inevitably replaced a majority of my rusticity with urbanity (sigh).
This is what our blue heeler Flynn would look like if he were to ever turn from a rustic farm dog into a city slicker pooch… (God rest his soul)
P.S. ‘Toy’ dogs are evil.
P.P.S. I think I draw dogs too much.
P.P.S. This photo made me smile (this is Rusticity about to kick Urbanity’s butt)
Habit 20: Topiary
The only person who could ever convince me to take up topiary:
(I stopped at 50 minutes. I should like to finish it someday.)
Habit 19: Solipsism
Solipsism is the philosophical idea that only one’s own mind is sure to exist. Solipsism is an epistemological or ontological position that knowledge of anything outside one’s own specific mind is unjustified. The external world and other minds cannot be known and might not exist… we may be brains in vats.
Thanks Wikipedia. The whole idea that the real me is a brain in a vat being fed information from some super computer made my head hurt. But, three good things came out of drawing this habit:
1. I learnt that Spock lived for an episode without a brain (Spock rules)
2. I realised that the brain is made up of lots of bottoms (life suddenly makes a whole lot more sense)
3. I want to see this movie:
Habits 17 & 18: Quilting Royalty
Yeah, I’m bending the rules and making up for lost time…
Prince Charles’ face didn’t translate nicely into a quilt, so naturally the next best option was the Queen of Hearts’ glorious mug. If you can’t see it, stand back and squint. Failing that, well, I’ll question our friendship.
