Fashion Illustration

It’s been 11 days since I peeped out of my hibernation cave and decided to stick a toe out, and who would have thunk it – spending time with my friends and choosing not to think about the plethora of things that I could quite reasonably worry about actually makes me feel better!  Genius!
So perhaps [...]

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Start sharpening your pencils, because the 2nd round of The Patsyfox Drawing Salon kicks off in just 2 weeks!  Yes, just try to contain your excitement.  Will I still be putting Ikea stools together when the students arrive this time?  Will there be any life left in the projector globe now that I’ve discovered watching [...]

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Maybe it’s because she looks like a girl from a Sid James film, or maybe it’s just her cuteness, but in the same way you can pick an Australian overseas (scowl/bad posture), there’s something instantly British about this bunny.
Carry on then.

They just don’t make films like this any more.  Oh hang on, yes they do.

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Given that I had the day off today because of Betty’s birthday, I christen bunny of the day Birthday Bunny.
Happy birthday Betty, and while your reign over Australia did nothing for me when I was trying to get an english work permit, at least I get a day off a year courtesy of you, so [...]

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Before cats became my pet de choix, there were rabbits.  Lots of them.  But ours was a star crossed relationship, because no sooner was one replaced after succumbing to myxomatosis, than the next one would dig its way out of my little rabbit palace.  Why the desperation to escape?  What was so bad about getting [...]

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So nice to me are the lovely folk at the NGV (read: they ply me with free champagne), it’s a wonder I recall any information from the opening night of Australian Made last week.  It must truly be a memorable bunch of frocks on show.
I guess it helps too that I had my personal paparazzi [...]

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Forgive me (insert chosen deity), I haven’t posted for a record 12 days.  The shame.
Been a little tied up.

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Call me a hypochondriac germaphobe, but is seems like every coughing sneezing sighing spitting carrier monkey has bathed me in their germs this week.
When did covering your mouth to cough go out of style?
I despair.

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Like my mother and a couple of ex-boyfriends used to say, sometimes I just got the devil in meh.  Like right now.  Could be a result of being driven to self-harm by spending a sunny day in a windowless room marking folios, or could be that he just likes it in here.
In any case, given [...]

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