a drawing a day keeps the doctor away*

Hi friends! How's it going? That was a semi-rhetorical question, but you are more than welcomed to enlighten me on your well-being in the comments below. It would be an honour, really. Um. I don't really know what I am saying, but I've been doing this weird thing where I've been staying up until 4:30 am, watching Project Runway and painting (three nights in a row!), and I think the lack of normal sleeping pattern is catching up to me.

So I will just ~swiftly~ move on to introduce you guys to my... dun dun dun... travel sketchbook! Whilst traveling, it was my goal to do a "Drawing a Day," which was fairly ambitious, but I'm quite content to say that I (semi) completed said goal! (Okay, I'll let you in on a secret... I pretty much completely gave up whilst in Europe, but hey ho! a drawing a day for four months in Morocco ain't too shabby!). Below is a taster of some of my drawings. I hope you like them. If you do like them, you can even check out my tumblr (woo, shameless self promotion!), which has been fairly poorly maintained and consequently remains only a taster of my drawings, but a better taster than the one presented below, so it's at least an improvement? Sure. And hey, if you really like them, then pop by to Canada and you can see them in real life! I will make you a nutella and orange sandwich in return for your efforts. I'm generous like that, you know. 

*by the way, can I just point out my super witty title? Which is also the title of my tumblr? Yeah, I'm clever. I play with my words. That's RIGHT. I think it's far more impressive than the actual sketchbook itself...

CLICKITY CLICK HERE FOR MORE WORDS AND PICTURES! Hollaaaa!

medicine is such a weird concept to me

(illustrations by me - pen & ink, watercolour)

Half finished projects and I have a pretty strong relationship. A bond, if you will. As in, we are often found together. As in, we seem to always be attracted to one another. Like magnets. (Much like medicine, I find magnets rather peculiar... HOW DO THEY WORK?! dun dun dun!) As in, yes, I started these illustrations 4evz ago and just finished them. As in, GO AWAY DON'T JUDGE ME. Ahem, enough of that...

I've been having a wee bit of a creative block - my doodles are lacking character and jazz and poo poo. Nonetheless, I thought I'd share these little fellows that I've finally gotten around to pasting on backgrounds. As you, glorious friends, may know, my doodles tend to rock an underlying theme of "ugly" people in beautiful situations. I don't know why I find that concept for romanticizing and whimsical and amazing. Likewise, my worlds are always filled with clouds and stars and rainbows... why not?

Anyways, I'm hoping to doodle and draw and create more. It is good for the soul.

What do you wish you did more of?
xoxo I will talk to you all soon... adventures are a' comin'... (ooh! cliffhanger!)

to spontaneous four hour skype sessions!

They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Consequently, Y'ALLZ SHOULD LOVE ME. As I've been absent. For a sufficiently long time. And now? You appreciate me. Yeah. You're welcome. This wide gap of posting was not, ahem - NOT, a result of sheer laziness or procrastination. Psh, no. This was a well-thought out, political blogging move. You know. I'm brilliant...

I hope that you all have had a wonderful holiday season. I, myself, have. I'm a complete, total and utter holiday dork. I pass by window displays and clap like an idiot. I literally skipped home the other day when I saw about 2mm of snow on the ground! Heck, I even listen to Christmas carols at home. (AND I WORK IN RETAIL. They play that crap for all 8 hours of my shift.) So MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL! (That would be in red and green to emphasize my love for the holidays. But let's face it, I'm a lazy blogger.)

I've recently been waking up and just thinking to myself, "Wow. It's just amazing to exist." I've been feeling fairly nostalgic these days. It's something about Christmastime that makes you do that. It's like a tradition. I'm completely enthralled and scared by the speed in which life is whizzing by. My past four months in Toronto have been amazing - and ridiculously speedy. My eyeballs have seen much and I'm feeling very lucky to just BE ALIVE. Maybe it's naivety speaking to me?

I have a lot on my mind. But it's all winking dreams and excitement and adventure. I want to wish on every star in the sky and send you all peace and love and harmony. I don't know what 2012 will be bringing, but I know that it is very exciting.

I wish I could say that I'll be back to regular blogging, but I've been a busy bee. I have been spending lots of times with family and loved ones, and that's all I could ask for. I'm trying to learn how to exist with gratitude and energy and love because life is too short for anything but.

I know this post is a little jumpy-pumpy, but I guess I just want to say this: I truly hope you are all have a beautiful holiday. I hope you are spending it with friends and family and yourself and taking the time to live and love. I hope you are happy to exist. We are very lucky creatures. The world is a beautiful place. Happy Holidays!

P.S. Aside from, ahem, the strategic politics of my lack of posting (er?), another reason for the posting delay (you know, a subtle one) would be a result of CHRISTMAS GOODIES. I love anything crafty and figured my time off school would be a perfect time to indulge in some snipping and clipping and sending out itsy treasures to beautiful people I've gotten to know during my high school experience (ah, my youth...). Enjoy! I would send one to each and every one of you, if I could. There's something about handmade cards and carefully written letters and mailing that I wish existed more. So I was all, IMMA BRING 'ER BACK. What a leader!

Happy Holidays, beautiful creatures!

christmas decorations in november are ridiculous. (but secretly make me extremely joyous)

Hello friends!!!! Today is sunny. I'm going to make a super speedy post so I can get a dose of that sparkling goodness, before shimmying my way to work for a closing shift. Hip hip hooray! I'll be frank (but in an elusive, clever, somewhat mysterious-can-you-solve-the-puzzle?-oooooh-way) (perhaps defeating the whole "being frank" thing, but I've always liked that as a bold transition/ sentence starter): you know how, back in the day (read: September), I boldly proclaimed a drawing a day goal? And you know how I'm, like, not the most prompt with posting? BAM! This post in a conversion of these two elements. A fusion, if you will. Simply said, here are some-not-so-prompt-postings-of-pictures-painted-in-Ptember. (By "painted," I mean "drawn." And by "Ptember," I mean "September." There was this alliteration thing going on and I didn't want to ruin the rhythm. You know it, brah!!!)

Skimming through these doodles, I see that there's a major "star" motif going on in my drawings (pfft, stars. What self-obsessive drawing-whores!) Fact: I'm a huge sucker for stars. In short, THEY ARE ONE OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS EVER. I love looking up in the universe and just realizing how fucking insignificant we are. But not in a, "ZOMG I'M INSIGNIFICANT" kind of way, but more of a "ZOMG I'M INSIGNIFICANT SO I MAY AS WELL DO WHAT I WANT IN LIFE" kind of way. I love that feeling. I find it very empowering. To me, there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that there are other worlds out there. It'd be almost selfish to think elsewise. We have our own star (the sun) and our own galaxy. But looking at all the stars out there, it's like, "Bam! There are a billion of stars, that are probably suns, that have their own galaxy, with their own beautiful moments and creatures and whatttt?" One of my favourite memories of my entire life is being on a mountain in Nepal and the entire sky was twinkling like... I can't even describe it. I couldn't stop pinching myself, asking, "Is this real life?!" My two friends and I just camped out in our sleeping bags and talked about life and existing and, seriously, such a beautiful moment. We basically concluded that life was short and we should do what we love.

Also, when I was little, there was nothing more I wanted than to have a star of my own. Seriously. I honestly believed that I could pluck a star from the sky and keep it in my closet. I had a vision that, in the middle of the night - when I couldn't sleep, after a nighmare, or just because - I would open my closet and light would radiate from a fish tank that carried a star. Every year, I am more and more disappointed that this cannot be true...

Anyways. What a spontaneous, blabby post! I fully intended to have an awkward blurb (refer to: awkward blurb at beginning of post) and then a "Have a beautiful day xxx!" to end it. So I guess we've reached that point.

Have a beautiful day! Smile to strangers! xxxx
Tell me about a magical moment in your life!

polka dots make me happy

Hello friends of the internet, meet the new inspirational collages on the wall of my room at my grandma's home. Hello new inspirational collages on the wall of my room at my grandma's home, meet my friends of the internet. AW LOOK AT THIS CONNECTION SUCH A BEAUTIFUL FUTURISTIC MOMENT EEK SQUEAL TIMEZZZ.

Um. Anyways. As made obvious by that unawkward and totally natural encounter, here are some new collages. That are inspirational. That are in my room. At my grandmas. The end.



1. "Don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive and go do it because what the world needs is people who have come alive." - Howard Thurman. Many virtual high fives and possibly even a McFlurry to the supremely smashing Sarah (check out that amazing alliteration?!) for introducing me to this quote. I am now obsessed. JEEZ THANKS. I mean, really, thanks. I love it. It makes me feel good and optimistic and feeling good and optimistic is always GOOD... and optimistic. I need to stop. I find that I'm always writing in roundabouts on this blog thing... But really, people who are alive have a special aura that we should all try to obtain and radiate. It's beautiful.



2. "I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it." - Groucho Marx. I've posted this. Multiple times. I think we can conclude that I love this quote. It just encapsulates life. This was my motto for the entirety of my senior year and GUESS WHAT? Yeah, that's right. I'M BRINGING IT BACK BAYBAY.


(Collages by me. Made from various materials. By "various" I mean National Geographics. And threads. And pens. That is all.)

So yeah. There we go! Collages! Hooray! Hip! Hip! Hooray!

Aw, geesh! Have I overused exclamation marks AGAIN?! Oh, I must be in a good mood today! OH WAIT. You are just way to freaking intelligent, girrrrl! (Um, did I just talk to myself? By saying "freaking intelligent"? And "girrrl"? This is getting awkward...) Um, as I was saying, I am in a good mood today!!!!! (extra exclamation marks to detract from awkwardness of post thus far) Why? Because I just had the most fabulous afternoon that I just want to snip out of my life and linger in for a few hours longer PERHAPS. Guess what I did?! I spent three hours watching paint dry! OH SNAP I FOOLED YOU. (This is a sneaky tactic on my part. By introducing you to a "lame" or "cliche" option, any other alternative is relatively "cooler" and, consequently, my afternoon automatically sounds awesome. I'm clever like that.) (It's like in that Lizzie McGuire episode when Matt tried to buy some sort of scooter or something and he started off by listing more expensive items to his parentals so the scooter or something ended up looking relatively cheaper, DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT I AM REFERENCING? Lenny, his silent friend, was involved in that episode. Oh gosh, I will smooch you on the lips if you understand what I supposedly think is really important to reference and include and just pretend it is YEAH.)

ANYWAYS, my awesome afternoon consisted of going to the Kensington Market (a neighbourhood with amazing vintage shops and bohemian hippie vibes in Toronto) on PEDESTRIAN SUNDAY. This is probably the best idea I've ever encountered in the existence of the universe. It's the basic equation of really good looking and individual people + vintage shops + cafes + creativity and dancing and live music and costumes and free roaming on the streets and OH MY I COULD NOT CONTAIN MYSELF. (Literally. They had this amazing band (seriously, the term "band" doesn't even cover the awesomeness of this ____'s music) and I turned into one of those freaks in bright colours dancing by myself like a lunatic. But the POINT is, there were other freaks in bright colours dancing by themselves like a lunatic and THAT is why this day was awesome.) Anyways, I think my smiles surpassed normalcy today and that's a good thing. I wish we had more days of freedom and individuality and expression and creativity and love. It was basically like a pigment extracted from my perfect world. Seriously, so many moments of "IS THIS REAL LIFE?" That's the best. (And I should have taken pictures. But I didn't. Yeah, I suck, get over it, etc. Just Google it. Or Bing! it. As my dad says. Who uses Bing!? My dad. That is all.)

ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A SMASHING WEEK AND HAD A SMASHING WEEKEND AND YEAH YOU'RE ALL BEAUTIFUL CREATURES. (Disregard all the caps. I know they hurt your eyes. I'm just to lazy too retype all that again in itsy letters/ proper grammar. Irony: my exclamation is about 2.32 times longer than that sentence I could have easily retyped but didn't because I'm too lazy to, yet I am typing this ridiculously long exclamation and SERIOUSLY WHY AM I STILL SPEAKING?) yeah, xoxo.

What has been a recent highlight in your lifetime?

I like my orange juice with pulp

FRIENDS AND THINGS! Yeah. Hi there. I hope you're all doing jolly and good and what not. I am. Doing jolly and good and what not, that is. THANK YOU FOR ASKING. (Kidding. I'm not being sassy. I know you'd ask me "Are you doing jolly and good and what not?" if we were in real life and, for that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Insert sappy tears and oscar speeches and what am I even talking about?)

ANYWAYS. The weather the past few days has been, quite frankly, MARVELOUS. (These photos aren't a reflection of that.) Seriously, I have had a perma-smile on my face the past little while due to the blue skies and sunshine and things. Honestly, it wasn't until I moved to Toronto a few weeks back when it occurred to me that, hey, maybe I'm a wee bit of a tree-hugger. I find myself prancing at Toronto's abnormal city pace (IT'S ALWAYS ON HIGH SPEED. NOT NORMAL) and thinking to myself, "Well, I kind of miss my bike and the parks and the trees and the stars and can I please just become a bird already?!" Apparently I'm a closeted hippie forest creature or something? Time to start playing the harmonica and burning incense and wearing hemp and knitting grass? Okay, sure Lexy...

The other day (Friday, that is) was BEAUTIFUL. I spent the morning walking along the harbour and reading books and doodling and sleeping and eating grapefruits and blah blah blah. The point is, I skipped into the mall, thinking, "Well, yippee! Today will be an easy day as no one will be shopping as it is beautiful outside as ---" That thought? It never finished. Why? There I was. Stopped. In my tracks. Mouth? Dropped. People? EVERYWHERE. I basically spent the majority of my Friday shift hating the customers just a little bit. Sure, I maintained my friendly smile and annoyingly chipper, "Hello! How are you today?" while, really, I was thinking, "Hello! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU VOLUNTARILY INDOORS? GO RIDE A BIKE OR GO ON A WALK OR SIT ON A HAMMOCK OR SOMETHING." I don't understand people. There is much irony in the fact that I am working in a mall at a big, corporate store. I'm telling you, hemp making and grass knitting is an industry that I should be a part of. (Or invent. Does grass knitting exist? It should. Eco is very chic and I reckon it would do well this season.)



Oh, and remember when I was in high school and applying to programs and making portfolios and things? Yeah? Probably not, because I never really posted much from my art portfolio, so maybe I'll get on that. IN THE MEAN TIME, here's a relevant image? One dem portfolio applications called for a "fashion illustration of a favourite handbag." (Looks familiar? Scroll above! Har-har, NOW do you see the whole "relevant image" thing?) Quite frankly, I thought drawing an inanimate object was a pretty dry/ dull task, so I thought I'd give it a dose of fun and humour. But then I was all, "zomg thatz so nawt fashiony enuff but I dunt have time to change it! freakoutzzz!" Somehow I ended up with a 100% on the illustration portion of the portfolio, so I will have a belated celebration (i.e. right now) by watching Ugly Betty in a sleeping bag while outside. Maximization of joy and comfort and laziness. I AM EFFICIENT, KIDS.

(Illustration by me, water colour and pen & ink)

I've been having oodles of fun here so, like, yay me and what not. I took advantage (I took advantage? That's such a "grown up" phrase) of the beautiful weather and ventured off to Toronto Island on Thursday which was the BEST DECISION. If you're in Toronto, I suggest you channel your inner hippie and go to the other side. It's beautiful. I felt like I was trapped on a dessert island and I reckoned that I would do quite well surviving on sunsets and stars and beautiful scenery. Now, I'm heading home to see the family and eat food and enjoy Thanksgiving. Which brings me onto the whole HAPPY THANKSGIVING, CANADIAN READERS thing. Yippeee! To everyone else, I hope you're having beautiful weather or, at least, a beautiful day!

xoxoxo I am now off to grab my sleeping bag and go outside and watch Ugly Betty and maybe eat a grapefruit. I'm being completely serious. THANKFULLY. (What a let down it'd be if I wasn't...)
What's your favourite way to spend a day?

(Shirt - Value Village $3, Dress - Vintage $5, Tights - Unknown, Shoes - Salvation Army $7, Pins - Nepal, Bag - Random gift from my childhood that I salvaged from a garbage bag of donations, Hair elastic - Dollar Store $0.25)

rainbow fish

Just so you know, my parents are pretty kewl. (Yes, cool with a k. And an e. And a w. DATZ RIGHT HOMESLICE.) I mean, my dad spends all his free time doing math puzzles, watching mandarin movies, and/ or attempting to play basketball with university kids approximately a quarter of his age. My mom, on the other hand, enjoys fascinating subjects like childhood obesity statistics, adult ballet classes, and being incredibly anal about tidiness. IF THAT DOESN'T SAY "KEWL," THAN I DON'T KNOW WHAT DOES.

However, perhaps THE kewlest thing about my parentals lie in their birthdays. I.e. THEIR BIRTHDAYS ARE ONE DAY APART! BAM! I know what you're thinking: ZOMG Wayyy kewl. I know. Please, calm down. STOP JUMPING UP AND DOWN AND FREAKING OUT!!! Don't worry, kid. I understand. Not only does that make them the kewlest parental crew, but it's also, well, beneficiary for me. I mean, what's a better pick-up line/ ice-breaker than, "Heyyyy youuu, so, uh, my parents' birthdays are one day apart. (optional winking involved)"?! Yeah. THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT! WAY KEWL! Oh, and also the fact that I can give them a combined birthday present doesn't hurt much either. You know. Side note.

Speaking of their present... oh, what do you know? Here it is!



(watercolour & pencil; by me)

I'm not great at rocking portraits and, consequently, I enjoy blasting to the past instead. But you know. Facing fears and things. My parents are the best. Really, I love my family so much and I would be no where without them. Xoxooxox.

Also, on the note of facing fears and things, I have faced my fear... and things... as in BAM! Video! As you may be aware, I suck at making videos. It's okay. I'm not emotionally unstable or wildly insecure about said predicament. It is merely a fact of life. You know, classified with the likes of E=mc2, Lexy sucks at videos, etc. In conclusion, yeah. Hi. Here's a video of me being awkward and, as I note in the video (multiple times), I have just completed an 8.5 hour shift of work and returned home around midnight. While I could have cacooned myself into my sleeping bag and called it a night (as my heartstrings were telling me), I SUCKED it UP and made a video because I CARE about YOU. I'm basically a saint. You're welcome.

i'm wearing clothes and you get to see it! from quirky explosion on Vimeo.

Yeah. Sorry this post was a mish-mash of randomness. I promise that future outfit posts will involve two-dimensional images that do not talk and make awkward blabbing. Yay. We all breathe a sigh of relief.

Have a beautiful day, sugar plumz!
Describe your fam-jam (family) to me! Your current one. And the future one your brain cells envision.

that ain't no etch and sketch. this is one doodle that can't be un-did, homeskillet

Hello friends. Remember me? Yeah? Hi? My name is Lexy and I run this little thing called a "blog" on this little nook of the world wide web. Now, now. I know it's been awhile, but I have a perfectly adequate excuse: I've been too busy PARTYING IT HARD OVER HERE. Like, you know, really hard. With, like, illegal substances. And nudity. And stuff. I am actually really hungover right now, so if I'm not making sense then, you know, ha! there.

Just kidding. That was a joke. Oh, well, gosh. It looks like I am using humor to mask the reality of my life (like a band-aid, if you will). The reality lies in the simple equation of Lexy + Toronto = No sibling = No pictures = No outfit posts = No posts = Lexy pretends she's off partaying in the clubs with dem cool kids because she's cool like that. Really, it's basic math.

I've become alarmingly aware of how my cuh-razy partaying antics (read: none) is seemingly strange and unique and perhaps even un-normal. Because Hi, I'm Lexy. I'm 17 years old. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs. Apparently this is weird. I've never tried it. Well, just a bit of Crystal Meth and -- no, I'm totally kidding! But I've never been drunk or high or pregant or whatever. Sometimes I wonder whether I should subscribe to these things, or at least give them a try. Because, you know, everyone else is doing it! It's fun! It's normal! It's no big deal! Sometimes I feel like I'm missing out. But then it's like, d000d, I'm just a kid still!11!11 I can have fun other wayz !11!! I just want to make art and follow the law and not grow up too fast!11! But it feels like there's no one here to enjoy life in this simple manner with me!!! Aw, boooo!1!! :(!!! In short, I guess I'll just spend my teenage years s0b3r and al0n3 f0r3v3rz. AM I ALONE IN THIS PLEA? Please tell me I'm not. PLEASEEE.

Ahem, now that I've shared that desperate cry for... sobriety (?), here are some more things I'd like to share. (Ah, smooth transition. Good work, Lexinator.) (I just called myself "Lexinator." This is embarrassing.) I've literally had the idea of doing a "drawing a day" for about the past 365 days of my existence. Alas, both my senior year and summer have passed. HOWEVER, September 2011 is still calling my name! Woot woot! Thus, I am determined to doing a drawing each day for this dainty month. Here is a handful of them goodies.

(Doodles by me, Pen&Ink)

Yeah. So there's a dose of my recent doodlin'. Yippee! I've been really into drawing conventionally "ugly" things in beautiful situations. I don't know. It's fun, I guess. And for the 0.03% of you (read: my one formspring question) that cares, I WILL be posting more. (so I say.) I went home yesterday and lugged home the clothing items and accessories that I've recently worn for the sole purpose of the presence of my sister and thus the ability to photograph them so I can post them on the blog and entertain/ blind you all DON'T SAY I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU. xoxox. In other words, yeah. Outfit posts will occur soon. AW YAY.

Stay safe, stay in school, have a beautiful day!

Do you party hard-y or are you mellow... like a cello? (#becauseitrhymes #iamsolame #sorrybrah)

spending way too much time with the sibling brainstorming ideas for our future bubble tea franchise (if we're failing at life before we hit thirty)

Dearest children,

Hello there! I hope you are all glorious. I, myself, am quite glorious - thank you oodles for inquiring. I've had a solid past coupla' days filled with marvellous goodies (save for early morning screaming fits from small infants we call "family") (consequently, we still manage to love them, despite the fact that their vocal cords could blow up the roof). For instance, today I purchased the most pyschedlic shoes EVER. I'm so excited to flaunt them. Hint: If the 70s and Bratz had a shoe baby, my new shoe would be THAT shoe baby. AW YEAH. It sounds hideous, but trust me, well, yeah... it is. In the best way possible. (My brain likes to think.)

By the way, here are some collages that I snipped and pasted out a week or two ago. Backstory: the door to my room is embarassing. It consists of red-carpet images circa '04. Real high class, too. There's some Paris, some Lindsay, some *siiigh* I cringe. So, about 4.4 years later, I've decided that it's time to axe those bad boys and replace it with something a little more... enticing? Yeah. Solution? New collages with my favourite quotes! Can I get a "boo yeah"? Oh, no one says "boo yeah" anymore? Well, BOO YEAH.

1. "Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert the integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the common place, the slaves of the ordinary." - Cecil Beaton. P.S. I feel like it's important to say that BAM! I love this quote. I've quoted this quote multiple times on this good ole' "blog" thing. In fact, I even used this as the quote in my yearbook bio. Yup. YEARBOOK BIO. That's how much I am intensely in love with this quote.

2. "Most of us go through life as failures, because we are waiting for the “time to be right” to start doing something worthwhile. Do not wait. The time will never be “just right.” Start where you stand, and work with whatever tools you may have at your command, and better tools will be found as you go along." - Napoleon Hill. This one just really resonated with me because DANG! it's so true. I find that people are always so full of excuses as to why they didn't do something. It's sad, really.

3. "You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you'll discover will be wonderful. What you'll discover is yourself." - Alan Alda. I'm always up for authenticity and intuition and following the heart and all that cheesy stuff with heartshape sirens and bubbles and what nattt. This makes me feel at least decent for being up in the clouds.

Anyways, I hope this post granted you with enjoyment. Sorry. That was really awkwardly worded. Nonetheless, what I really DO hope is that you're having an incredible day. I really do. I hope you're all waking up smiling. I hope you're all happy and fearless and filled with dreams. Kisses!

What are YOUR favourite quotes or motto?

(Who knows? It may end up snipped and pasted into a collage that is then snipped and pasted onto my door. WHO KNOWS.)

my dad is so in the know with modern celebrity culture. he totally referenced justin beaver. yes, beaver.

Speedy post here, snookums. Just thought I'd share some recent creations. I did these just for funzies. I'm calling this "The Red Balloon Series." Because that's not at all obvious and very creative and endearing. (hi, sarcasm.) Do you like them? Oh really, you do? Well, gosh, maybe you should PURCHASE THEM. Maybe. If you want. (See how classy and discreet I am, just casually mentioning how they are at a very reasonable price over at etsy? High quality prints? Very unique? I am annoying? Yes, yes, yes, yes!)




(Watercolour, pen&ink)

But I hope you like them. They were fun to create! I'm obsessing over this line/ shading style. I used it for my play posters and have been abusing them ever since. In a good way. I think.

These fellows all link up to their listing (i.e. just click and buy! simple pimple!) or you can check out the rest of my shop here.

Anyways. I thought I'd shoot you all another hypothetical question because I'm a dork and I get a real kick from your answers. (Oh sweet golly. I just said "I get a real kick." Remember when I said "I'm a dork"? Yeah.) By the way, these questions are stolen from "Klosterman Questions." To be honest, I don't know oodles about them. But I picked up one of his books at the library today, so I'll be giving it a whirl shortly. (Along with approximately 214lbs of other books that I picked up. My arm is no longer in its socket. I learned how to work the dewey decimal system. All by myself! Aw, I'm growing up! I was going to ask an attractive male to help me (because nothing's hotter than knowing the dewey!), but there weren't any attractive males present in my vicinity. Or any other people, really.) ANYWAYS. Question time!

You can listen to this beautiful song while pondering the question. I am caring like that.



In long... You have a brain tumor. Though there is no discomfort at the moment, this tumor would unquestionably kill you in six months. However, your life can (and will) be saved by an operation; the only downside is that there will be a brutal incision to your frontal lobe. After the surgery, you will be significantly less intelligent. You will still be a fully functioning adult, but you will be less logical, you will have a terrible memory, and you will have little ability to understand complex concepts or difficult ideas. The surgery is in two weeks. How do you spend the next fourteen days?

In short... You are having an operation for a brain tumor in two weeks. You will be a fully functioning adult, but significantly less intelligent (less logical, terrible memory, unable to understand complex concepts). How do you spend the next fourteen days?

Have a Thuper Thursday! (That's "Super." With a lisp. Because that creates alliteration. I'm really obsessing over childish alliteration. This is not a good thing. I'm very in tuned with the grade six Lexy. And that's just weird.)

(If you don't have etsy, but you are interested in buying these prints, please contact me: lexyht[at]hotmail[dot]com. We'll werkkk it out.)

blawgerz rule 1.0: flying a kite

Okay. So. I know what you're thinking. (Just kidding. I don't. I don't know what you're thinking, that is. I've always found this saying rather peculiar. It's this awkward transition where people try to pretend that they're inside your mind when 98.3% of the times that someone has told me that they "know what I'm thinking," the rest of the sentence does not correspond to what was inside my mind. Aka, that was awkward... you didn't know what I was thinking. ANYWAYS. I'm being awkward. Let's move on...) SO, I know what you're thinking... "Lexy, why does this illustration say "flying a kite" when the girl in the illustration is not, in fact, flying a kite?" (If you were actually thinking that, do inform me. I think I'll chuckle a little longer than necessary.) Well, to answer you're inquiring mind, it's my very first blogger illustration! Meet the fabulous Amy from Flying a Kite.


(All images: Flying a Kite)

I've been stalking loving Amy's blog for a few years now. It's incredibly different from mine - but I still adore it. When I first stumbled on it, I read it to the very first post. (Yes, that shows just how incredible it is. And also how I really didn't have a life. But we'll ignore the latter bit.) Seriously. Visiting Amy's blog is like entering a whole new world: a world of unwavering love, and dreams, and happily ever afters. I think the word that I would attach to it is magic. And really, if magic existed in real life - or even in cyber space - Amy's blog would be its definition. She makes the world beautiful. She evokes such a dreamy energy that immediately transcends onto me whenever I visit. She makes me love the world. In fact, I would say that you can't not love the world after reading her blog, her words, her world. It puzzles me: how she, somehow, is able to create a beautiful world through the simplicity of words and photos. She must be a fairy. Or magic. Magical fairy? I don't know what I'm saying. Her blog is beautiful. Check it out! (Don't just look at the pictures. Read the words. MAGIC, I tell you.) Also, she is Canadian, shops at Value Village and is born on December 13th (my birthday!), so we're basically twins. I sound creepy.)

Close ups:

(Watercolour, Pencil, Pen&Ink.)

It was fun doing this illustration! Amy's world is so dreamy and I let it inspire me. It was splendid.

Hope you all have a Marvelous Monday! (And rest of the week!) (I just put that in brackets because it broke up the amazingly awesome alliteration (hah? see what I did there?) of "Marvelous Monday." You get it.)

xxx
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Question for today:
(Note: If you answer this, we are automatically best friends. Regardless of your answer. I'm not sure if anyone will answer this/ read the whole question. But DO. I heard it on Wiretap (my favourite radio show!) and I thought I'd give it a "go." Hypothetical questions are oodles of fun. This could be fun. It is fun. Do it.)

In long... At long last, someone invents "the dream VCR." This machine allows you to tape an entire evening's worth of your own dreams, which you can then watch at your leisure. However, the inventor of the dream VCR will only allow you to use this device of you agree to a strange caveat: When you watch your dreams, you must do so with your family and your closest friends in the same room. They get to watch your dreams along with you. And if you don't agree to this, you can't use the dream VCR. Would you still do this?

In short... If there was a VCR that could record your dreams but you were only allowed to watch the tapes with a roomful of people -- would you still choose to do this?