I felt I had to post something today because it is the one-year anniversary of my first post on The Lonely Meatball. I began my blog to help get me through this depressing period in all our lives, the Covid 19 Pandemic.
In October, the other important anniversary I’ve had during the pandemic is my Silver Wedding Anniversary. Nathan and I weren’t able to travel as we had hoped for this “milestone”, but we had our dear friends, Laurie and Jim, over for dinner, and they took this picture of us in my husband’s shop.
Had it not been for the pandemic, I probably wouldn’t have considered blogging. WD Fyfe actually gave me the idea, along with some guidance, and so I thank him especially. When I began the blog, I had a stash of old poems that had been sitting in a drawer for a few decades, and I hadn’t written a children’s poem in about 17 years. Now, I’m back to writing them because I do want to maintain the blog. It also feels good to be writing again.
My weird little illustrations are something I started because I had been told that “graphics” add to a post. They’re fun for me to draw and I’ve rediscovered that I love colouring. My ability to draw, as you can see, is limited, and it was likewise limited when I was a child. However, I would sit for hours and draw pictures of a fashion model duck, named “Klukes”. Why I called her that, I will never know, but I do know why she was a highly “stylized” duck — I couldn’t draw human faces well enough to satisfy my “standards” so I went with the duck.
Klukes had the body of a curvaceous woman as well as a fantastic head of hair. Her face was always in profile so you could see her incredibly long eyelash (I assume there were more) on the one bizarrely large eye you were able to see. (Remember, she was in profile consistently.) When I think about it, the one thing that truly set her apart from a human form was her beak. However, if a beak can be pouty, it was. As I recall, she had no neck. Being a fashion model, she was always in a fabulous outfit, and I would color those outfits joyfully. Her dress or skirt was long because little girls love long dresses. She had various hairdos as well. Without fail, there was a story running in my head, page after page, as I drew Klukes, and I loved her and those hours spent with her. One of my regrets in life is that I threw out all those old notepads full of Klukes. She does live in my memory, however, and so I have drawn her for you.
Ultimately, I do thank you for following and/or visiting my blog in the last year, and thank you especially for leaving comments and “likes”. Your readership has meant a great deal to me in what I know has been a challenging time for us all.