Or, a present for
goutwort in belated honor of his birthday. Joyous felicitations upon the occasion of your birth, &c.
Further in a series of
alternate means of transport; based loosely off of
Cockeyed's Incredible Stuff: Spring Shoes.
I foolishly thought that the watercolor paper I found stashed away would be perfect for this. Then I remembered why I hate watercolor paper. And then I remembered why I do not do watercolor on this scale, especially not with this paper. It was only an afterthought at that point, that I really should not have tried to expand my skills to sequential art under these circumstances.
Expletives were uttered. Vows were made, mostly along the lines of "never again." It was all very un-birthdaylike, I'm sorry to say.
. . .
Apparently I must be picky about everything in life. Beer, bicycles and paper must come from the Low Countries or not at all. Sigh.