husband gone fishing...

A couple times a year my husband goes deep sea fishing for a couple weeks. I love it when he's gone - all housework is suspended and other than going to work, I spend the entire time doing everything I like - arting, thrifting, cruising the antique mall (more on today's trip in a later post), eating cereal two meals a day and Taco Bell or pizza for the third one. (just kidding - I don't eat quite that badly. But close.)

Last nite in bed, I made a journal spread about it. The phrase Home Alone came to mind, and then in a rush, 'man gone fishing, woman gone wild' burst into my head, so I wrote it out real quick and did the rest of the page from there. The tape was some that held swap packages closed. I carefully peeled it loose and saved it until now. As I worked, I drank hot chocolate and ate cookies, alternately feeding myself and then the dog a piece. Maggie likes cookies in bed almost as much as I do. I never go to bed before DH but when he's gone, I go up as early as 8pm and read or art. And always with a hot drink and cookies. Bliss.

Acrylic wash background was done a long time ago.
Used black Pitt Artist pens, gel pens, copic markers.
And that's was supposed to be a pork chop at 9 o'clock on the plate,
along with peas, a roll and fries.