Sometimes it’s just one of those days…
Moping around, I was feeling blue. It was evening, I was trying to be “nice mommy” and put everyone to bed with a gentle smile despite my cranky blues. Grrrr.
So I went into my art room and drew a blue cow.
After posting him on Facebook, a few comments about his expression showed how much he reflected my mood. My dear friend Carl wrote: “Love the look in Big Blues eyes! He looks like he’s daring you to cross him!” Yep, that pretty much sums it up.
So the next night, I was less grumpy and feeling more like throwing myself a pity party. Poor me, pitiful tired me…
My pity party lasted for a few minutes. I told myself to get off my booty and to stop wallowing.
Which made me think of a purple pig.
Not sure why I’m drawing these colorful farm animals, a la The Wizard of Oz’s horse of a different color, but I’m just going with it. It’s kinda fun.
So I drew a purple pig. And, as with the blue cow, I feel better now. Thanks, pig.