So 2016 is here – mamma mia! Once again, best wishes and Happy New Year to all. Well, knowing me, knowing you, while you were no doubt up to all sorts of fun and debauchery… raised-eyebrow-disappointed-father glare… to see the new year in, I was sitting indoors sketching Agnetha Faltskog like a super trouper, and eating too much shortbread. There have been worse New Years.
The focus of this sketch was, as one would always expect it to be given our subject, the golden hair. I have recently been really getting my teeth into fur and hair (I don’t mean that literally) and the results have been quite pleasing. The hair here came out pretty well too, but I feel like sending out an SOS as there’s something I can’t place of the face that I’m unsure of – the teeth are a bit wobbly (I don’t mean that literally) too, but I always struggle there and have to just take a chance.
I can’t say I’ve ever been an ABBA fanatic; my knowledge of their tenure is patchy at best. But I do enjoy a lot of their music in that it always seems to cheer me up. They sound of such energy and vitality, it’s hard not to get swept up within it. I find myself wanting to sing along – maybe even move along, like a dancing queen, much to the terror of bystanders – to their tracks, which isn’t something that happens that often. So I say thank you for the music, the songs I’m singing.
In other news, I’m supposed to be going out for dinner tomorrow night, but wait… money money money! I hope I’ve enough at least for Nando’s. Does anyone, possibly your mother, know if they serve chicken tikka there? If so, I’ll be saying, “gimme gimme gimme!” to the waiter, no question.
Apologies for this whole post. I don’t know what this is or how it happened. In trying to be in the least bit witty, I think I met my Waterloo.