Mama always said that “The way to a man’s heart was through his stomach.” So when Charity invited Oscar over for Thanksgiving dinner, she found out pretty quickly that she was in trouble! Help mama!!
...and she lived hopefully ever after.
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Character Sketches
A couple of character sketches from my sketchbook.
Afterwards ~ Illustration Friday
Always make time for tea parties, pretty princess dresses, sock monkeys and cookie baking…. because afterwards…
it’s makeup, cell phones, cars keys and boyfriends!
Pan in my Sketchbook
A long time ago, in the underground realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Princess who dreamed of the human world. She dreamed of blue skies, soft breeze, and sunshine. One day, eluding her keepers, the Princess escaped. Once outside, the brightness blinded her and erased every trace of the past from her memory. She forgot who she was and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness, and pain. Eventually, she died. However, her father, the King, always knew that the Princess’ soul would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time. And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning..
Spent for Illustration Friday
She spent time in her garden!
There once was an old woman who possessed a remarkable “green thumb.” Flowers bloomed, trees bore fruit, the grass was always green on her small half an acre lot…. and yet the land that surrounded her oasis was barren, dry and void of life. The only interruption in the landscape was the lifeless and cumbersome machinery poised to devour the small Eden she had tenderly cared for.
The man who spearheaded the conspiracy, had many times been dismissed. In his gluttony, he conceived a plan to torture the woman by detaching a part her anatomy each time she denied him access to her property. The intent was not to kill, but to terrify.
The first surprise encounter resulted in the loss of a thumb.
When the ambulance arrived to hasten the woman to the hospital for medical treatment, they found her drenched in blood still tending her garden amidst her great pain. Sadly, the woman died en route to the hospital.
While the villain in this evil ambush remained anxious about the woman’s death, the glee in his victory absorbed any thoughts of humanity he had left.
As he surveyed his newly acquired property, he became aware of a sound. A familiar mumbling, a quiet sing song voice of adoration. As he moved into the garden he found her… busily tending to herself in the garden. “You see” she said “Everything I touch grows…. even me ……..”
Adapted from a story first shown on the television series “The Night Gallery“
Ruby Rue
Ruby Rue makes magnificent stew.
Though her secret ingredient nobody knew
Though her secret ingredient nobody knew
Onions and turnips and celery root
Frog legs and toenails and of course eye of newt
Frog legs and toenails and of course eye of newt
Dinner at Ruby’s became all the rage
Her name dropped at parties, the society page
The line for a table became a quite joke
But Ruby was cordial as she pinched and she poked
All things have an ending, just as Ruby feared
The crowds had soon dwindled, her guests disappeared.
“Table for one,” whispered poor Ruby Rue
It’s hard to keep friends when they’re on the menu
Poem and artwork by Roberta Baird
A Spooky Pig and his Banjo
A mummy for Dueling Banjo Pig