I'm doodling on the back of a puzzle we got for Christmas. I'm just not ready to part ways with the Thomas Kincaid cabin on the other side.
Repurposing my roomate's junk mail over breakfast.
I like to think of this as the grassroots of doodling, the origins: people waiting in hospitals with nothing but a pen to ward off boredom and insanity.
Waiting for our food. Everything looks better with a few smiley faces.
I like to add a level of maturity to the cats of my daily calendar. Looking fabulous, aren't they?