I had a rough start with today’s challenge, pulling a couple of incoherent almanac rhymes before I got to “Here’s a Health Unto Our Master” . I actually stumbled over it a couple of days ago but being off my game at the time put it back in the bin and pulled something else. Minutes later I realized I could do it as the toast it was. In hindsight I think it has a nice upstairs downstairs vibe to it, with the butler giving the toast.
Today’s rhyme, “Send Me a Ribbon” was another one of those ones that was really easy to conceive, and because it was that easy I dragged my feet for over an hour. I’ve been avoiding most of the poems about colors whenever I get them because of the black and white thing, but for this one I thought I could make it ambiguous whether the ribbon was blue or green.
From there the only problem I had was whether to go with “period” (i.e my poorly researched pseudo-Georgian blend) or contemporary I went with contemporary because I wanted to have a mailbox. Unfortunately my main idea involved a Bertie Wooster type who probably didn’t even remember his own color code, and regrettably with the modern vocabulary of men’s fashion I really can’t think of anything that says upperclass twit.
Today’s rhyme, In An Oak There Lived an Owl, should have been much easier. “Just draw a freaking owl” you say. Well, yes but even there I find myself falling back on pedantry. What kind of owl? I went through a list of British owls and the closest I could come to the “Whit to Whoo” is the Long-Eared Owl and drew it accordingly. Of course that research took way to much time for the constraints of this challenge, but what you’re going to do?
It also looks like the One Eyed Gunner is becoming a recurring character in this series.
Well… in my defense I thought my idea for how to do today’s rhyme, “Who killed Cock Robin?” was a good one when I started… The problem this was the first long story with a narrative I’ve had to do since I did “I Married My Wife on Monday.” Instead it was tedious and time consuming and I’m pretty sure it’s hard to identify any of the birds besides the owl.
I was worried that I was beginning to show signs of fatigue based on what I thought of the last couple of pictures but happily after today’s rhyme, There Were Three Cooks of Colenbrook, I feel much better!
My only concern in doing this (not that I let it bother me while drawing the picture) was wondering if “falling out” meant what it means now, since phrases drift even more than word meaning does… turns out it did, the dictionary even considers it a word with the earliest recorded usage being 1568… so yeah, I’m probably safe.
Well today’s rhyme, “Magpie, Magpie, Chatter and Flee,” was easy just draw a magpie flying and bobbing it’s tail, with no narrative at all. I was tempted to add a child watching them, but then why complicate things. So in the end the only problem is being a species that I only ever see in the zoo, it’s another bird I can’t draw from memory.












