Gone With the Wind
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Chapter 11 The Appointment, was especially fun to illustrate – I mean, to do the sketch for. I hope Nina had fun with it too!
Poor Marlene. I tend to pick on her a lot. I can’t seem to help myself! Some reference images I sent to Nina to help explain what I meant in my sketch:
The color scheme of the trailer in this photo I found online was just what I had in mind. And I love my giant calendar! I get one every year from my beloved bank. When the month is done, I use the over-size paper to make dress patterns for my larger dolls.
Here’s my sketch of Marlene enjoying her just reward:
“Reliance” is in Haven County, Iowa. Hence the overuse of the word. If I’d thought of it in time, I’d have Marlene eating a Cherry Mash instead. Ah, well!
Nina’s excellent take:
The inspiration for the next drawing:
May there be many chocolate bars in your future! Have a great weekend!
Perhaps it’s the medication, but there are strange hallucinations afoot. For example, all through my stay at the hospital, and even here at home, I’ve been wearing what I think of as The Corset.
Because of my dainty state, ‘tis not one of those lace up ones where you have to hold onto a handy tall bed bannister whilst your lady’s maid or mother or mammy ties you in, (“Eighteen inches! It’s just got to be eighteen inches!), instead it’s a modern contraption that uses velcro and fuzz.
In the hospital it would take two nurses at first, one on either side two hold and fasten the two halves together, and later I would helpfully hold one side. I was pretty out of it, I confess, so when I actually SAW the thing unfurled, scrolling to the ground, I had a moment like this:
What the – ?!
I’ve often related to this somewhat inappropriate yet wildly appropriate scene from “Shallow Hal.”
“This shirt!” I will say to myself, “It’s HUGE. How could it possibly fit me?!” only to have said shirt fit quite nicely.
Or when it comes to my lovely visage: “Wrinkles? What wrinkles?! I haven’t changed a bit!”
In the movie, Hal has had a spell cast on himself, where he only sees the true beauty of things. This explains his surprise at his gorgeous slender girlfriend’s humongous undies.
Aren’t I lucky that I seem to have had a similar spell cast on myself?
Shouldn’t we all, especially when it comes to ourselves? Life is hard enough as it is! Therefore, I shall continue.
*She walks in beauty,
like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies
And all that ‘s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes
In my mind, at least. Which in some ways is all that matters.
*Poem by Lord Byron