After the drawing of Rosemary I did earlier, I wanted to do another of her together with Pip. Rosemary is a fairy, while Pip is a moth-imp. At the start of their story, they are destitute, and she is raising him in spite of being little more than a child herself.
They are both very often hungry, to the point that Pip has gnawed holes in their blankets and even on Rosemary’s wings, in his sleep. For this reason, Rosemary’s wings are quite full of holes and patches and she can no longer fly with them.
Hey everyone –there is something I want to clarify as an addendum to this post. On all my social media/blogs/etc, as you know, I am very much against callouts particularly when it pertains to people warning me privately about others, or even telling me if someone is talking badly about me, or about my friends.
I don’t want this to be taken to mean that I am ok interacting with anyone regardless of their viewpoints. I do make a point not to associate with people whose morals I find reprehensible.
For me, personally, a while ago I made a pretty hard and fast rule to only make my own decisions based on my own experiences. I didn’t use to do it this way, but after two occasions (on Twitter) where someone destroyed someone else’s reputation only to backtrack when it was far too late, even admitting to faked screenshots, I decided that I would never ever get involved in rumor/gossip mills regardless of their apparent veracity.
I absolutely encourage everyone to curate their own spaces, including their commission and art-viewing experiences, for the best of their mental health. I’ve long realized that trying to “vet” everyone I interact with is something I cannot mentally handle. So while I do not personally take a “anyone can commission/interact with me” stance (goodness knows I’m heavy with the block button these days, and I’m sure FA staff is pretty annoyed with how often I report stuff that breaks the rules) my use of blocking and my decisions of who I interact with are my own, taken on my own time, for my own mental wellbeing.
The reason behind this journal is that I don’t want my many rants against callouts to be taken to mean “I’m ok with everything and anyone regardless of what they think or do.” I am not. But I also know what I can and cannot handle.
I’ll curate my spaces accordingly, and I encourage you to curate your own. I hope everyone can respect the choices I take for my own mental health too. As I’ve said repeatedly, the Milo thing did break me. I’ll do what I have to do for myself because I can’t take care of the whole world and the fandom. Only I can look after myself. I hope this makes sense.
I really want no confusion about this particular point so this is a journal I expect to leave up despite purging so many of them. Thanks for reading.
Let’s like… just… talk about other stuff for a while, yeah? I can only take this other stuff for so long. So let me share a few happy things.
The other day I went to the craft store and got some ribbon and beads and fabric and similar things. I’ve been determined to make some of my newer (and older, neglected) stuffies their own bandanas and name necklaces.
Here is Raisin, holding the haul and eagerly awaiting his own goodies to be made:
The fabric bundle was really cute:
One of the older stuffies who got pimped out is Frito. Frito has survived several purges and sat in my “donation” pile three times. I can never bear to let him go. After he survived the third purge, I decided it was time to make him a name necklace and dress him up:
Frito is actually a very funny and expressive Folkmanis puppet.
Churrasco also got a name necklace, finally:
And my new stuffed little t-rex, now named Gao, got a name necklace and a bandana that I made for him myself:
Beanie got kind of revamped. He gave up his massive rainbow bow for an oversized sweater, cute bandana and new ribbon:
Along with veteran Franklin, Beanie will be coming along with me on the upcoming New England trip.
It is indeed very rare for me to travel with two bears (a first) as well as Franklin’s first trip in many years. Franklin is basically retired these days. However, we will be going to the Vermont Teddy Bear Factory where Franklin was born –I cannot visit that place with anyone but Franklin.
And then of course there is Raisin. He’s very happy with his new getup:
Everyone will be getting hats soon. I got them from AliExpress so that will take a few weeks to arrive.
I have other stuffies who have gotten a bandana here or a ribbon there but these are the most significant changes.
I also made a little cover for my laminator which always gets dusty:
And that’s it. Just some happy stuff to chase away some of these clouds. I’m gonna get some chores done and then work on another commission.
✨ Here’s warm-up 67 of 100! ✨ This one was a very kind gift from CrazyNero to myself. He allowed me to draw whatever personal art I wanted for this warm-up, so I used the opportunity to finally design Rosemary.
Rosemary is a fairy; she belongs to one of my stories. It’s a story that has been rolling around in my head for over ten years –in fact, I named my cat Rosemary (Rosie) after giving my character this same name. Yet, I could never see Rosemary in my mind’s eye well enough to draw her. Eventually, I decided to base Rosemary the fairy on some of the aspects of my cat Rosemary, as well as making her a little younger (she’s somewhere between 12 and 14, I have not yet decided.)
Happily, with these changes, Rosemary finally came into view. Thank you Nero for buying me a time slot for myself. I don’t think this has ever happened before and it really was a joy.
Last Monday, for no particular reason, I decided to make this post. Later, I thought, why not post an old photo every Monday and talk a little bit about my past?
It will just be a snippet of text, I don’t expect to write a long post every time unless I am feeling very inspired (which I guess today I am). For now, I will concentrate on photos of my childhood or (in spite of the title of these posts) family photos from before I was born. Basically, at least for a while, all photos posted will be from before we came to the USA.
I guess I’ll pick this one to begin (or rather, to continue):
This is me and my dad on the day of my first communion. I was very happy to see my dad, for two reasons: my parents had separated a year or so prior, and we missed each other desperately. We saw each other maybe once a month. Because my home life became quite turbulent after he left, I begged the administrators at the Catholic school I attended to let me be a boarder at the school, going home only on weekends (I was 10 when I asked for this.)
I’m putting the rest of this post under a cut because there is mention of (pretend?) attempted suicide in it. Please do not read further if you can’t handle it (it’s a minor passing mention and not the main point of this post, but the rest of the post gets kinda heavy in general, so, be warned.)