Greetings from rainy New York where I am turning into a real life Wednesday Addams. So is Margie. She is so deprived of park time with friends that I honestly believe if she had a gun, she’d use it.
Homicidal jokes aside!!! I have been desperate to invent something I’m calling Travel Sweats. Do you think the law of physics would allow it?
I want them to be fluffy BUT also condensable. Any scientists here have any ideas?! I suppose I could just walk around in my neon yellow and pink snow suit, since it does get me so many compliments that go IMMEDIATELY to my head and it does keep me warm, but its so hefty! Though if you ever need a pick me up, where a snow suit around New York, I promise you won’t regret it.
The other night I was thinking about loud bars, since I was unfortunately in one of them. I hate them, of course. But what’s fascinating is the effort that goes into conversations in these places. The strain of your voice to simply say to someone, three times in a row, “WHAT’D YOU DO FOR DINNER?” I was thinking there could be a game show centered around it. You look in on a scene of two people screaming at each other, and you have to decide whether or not they are in a fight, or simply in a loud bar. It would be riveting!
A lot of these sketches are coming to you from my January sketchbook (I average about one a month), so they are heavy on birthday material…and being hungover! I would love to read a memoir on the eras of hangovers… does such a thing exist?
Speaking of “In Memorium” videos, I’ll be live drawing The Oscars for The New Yorker this Sunday! You can tune in on their Instagram and mine starting around 6PM EST, as I’ll be covering some of the Red Carpet as well.
Here’s a lot of very domestic, adorable little drawings, so sorry for the cuteness.
Also in the domesticity realm, do you ever think you’re pregnant for like, 8 hours? It starts with the little thought, “Am I pregnant?” You are of course, obviously not pregnant and simply have a stomach ache from the number of croissants you’ve had, but now that thought has a hold of you! And you’re imagining drastic scenarios. Would I keep the baby? Would I leave New York? Where would I go? If I had to paint a baby room, what color would I use? Should I let the baby see my phone? Should I hide technology from the baby forever? I definitely don’t want the baby to see my standup until they’re older, but I do want them to think I’m a cool mom. Like when the baby is a teenager and in high school, I want them to be so embarrassed that their mom is low key popular amongst all the moms for being so god damn INTERESTING and ALOOF that they’re like “mom, please stop dancing on the front lawn, it’s getting awkward for me at school.”
I am (duh) not pregnant, but here is the today list from the day I thought I was just because I “felt weird.”
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Song on Repeat: Hunter by Jess Williamson
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Haha, this was such a cute and funny read! Even though I'm not half as good as you in art, this post kinda makes me wanna journal in this adorable way!