Just call me Cupcake. Angry Cupcake. Six more pastry sins to go.
I think I need a little more color in my frosting. Some light purple for a little more texture.
Not that I drink alcohol or anything….
Calvin and Hobbes, in their flying time machine. Only took me an hour.
One of these days I’ll have my sock finished. Maybe I’ll poke myself again tomorrow.
I had a slow hour at the studio tonight, so I added more to my leg. A Dalek!
Here it is in perspective. Kind of. It’s being chased by the TARDIS.
My knee is killing me. So much for still being flexible.
(Sorry the pics are crappy. I left my good camera at the studio and had to use my old iPhone.)
I can’t bend over to tattoo myself like I used to be able to… but I managed.