I think I was about 12. My parents were bartenders when I was growing up, so they often had to work Christmas Eve, but this year, the bar was open Christmas, and Dad had to work. Mom and I were supposed to eat dinner at the Grill, so we could all have Christmas dinner together.
Author: Meagan
Meagan is an artist, writer, and whatever else suits her at any given moment. She lives in the Cleveland area with her husband, son and too many cats. Meagan blogs at https://hadesarrow.com/blog and cartoons at http://dragondown.com
Love. Hate.
Hmm. What’s this? Yuck! Why would you do that to me? Well, ok. Ugh! It’s terrible! Hey what’s this? Wait, that’s not… Bleah. Why???? Hey what’s this? He ate like this for half an hour.
Unfinished City
Holiday preparation is eating my brain. Here’s another drawing from when I was pregnant. Click for a larger version. Obviously unfinished. Another one I did at a Borders (a what now?) and since I’m not all that practiced at this kind of landscape (or any kind of landscape really) I didn’t get that far in