I got doodling last night as I sat on the couch watching the telly (dancers all doing amaaaaaaaazing things... and I can't dance). My body was twitching and jiggling and grooving as I watched them (hence me thinking I had ants in my pants! (see previous post)) I must have subconsciously thought I better do something that I CAN actually do, and so I started to doodle.
Everyone can doodle! It's fun. It's never wrong. It's pointless, it's engaging, it's mind numbing, it's hypnotising, it's creative, it's... it's... well... it's just doodling!
I have always been WREN with a drawing of my cat Heather. She has been there forever. She was my best friend in the whole wide world for soooo long. She kept me sane, she kept me coming home each night to see her, she was my darling. Well, she passed on just before Christmas... at nearly a grand old 20 years old. The poor old darling. I miss her a lot. We made her a cross and put it in the garden when she used to sun herself. I'm sure she knows how much I loved her.
Anyway, I have always wanted to have a little birdy for my 'thing' and last night it came to me... as I doodled it appeared and I am so happy with it... well... for the time being anyway.
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