Drawn the Road Again

Category: Weirdo

  • Dig in your heels

    Dig in your heels

    The Nelson is a small museum—small enough that I thought the short visit we had time for would be plenty, sketching included. And then I discovered the wall of antique cowboy spurs, just as we were about to leave. Needless to say, if I had been wearing spurs at the time, the Tailor never would…

  • Farm to table

    Farm to table

    These are not sketches of veggie bins at the farmer’s market—this is what our back porch looks like every year at this time. When we’re at home, the Tailor and I eat almost entirely seasonally and locally (what can I say—we’re weirdos). So that means we buy all of our winter vegetables in November, and…

  • The last roundup

    The last roundup

    I couldn’t be here in person for this, and I haven’t actually eaten here since I was a kid. But Giuffrida’s has been a familiar (and completely incongruous) landmark on countless drives north of Boston over the years, and this is the first neon sign I ever loved. So when my dad told me it…

  • I see dead people

    I see dead people

    Okay, you’re going to think I’m a total weirdo for getting so excited over bunch of headstones (and I have many, many more sketches than these…), but since it’s Halloween this week, I figured I could get away with it. I have to tell you, I have a serious, major thing for colonial graveyards. My…

  • Pumpkin-mobile

    Pumpkin-mobile

    This had me laughing for days afterward. And now I can never look at a VW Bug in quite the same way.

  • Tourist (lobster) trap

    Tourist (lobster) trap

    No trip to the Maritimes is complete without a good lobster meal (or two, or three…). And a pound of fresh lobster looks mighty impressive on a plate—good drawing and good eating. Now, a fifteen-foot, fifty-ton roadside lobster statue? That’s something I could sink my teeth into.

  • Brownout

    Brownout

    At the time of this posting, I’ll be away on a new sketching adventure (for clues as to where, check out the Facebook page—or you can wait until I post a few sketches here in two weeks!). At this time of year, my destination is known for unpredictable weather that can be all over the…

  • Bottled up

    Bottled up

    You know how much I love kitschy restaurants and giant statues of random objects—so you can imagine how happy I am whenever the two are combined into one. And when said eatery serves up a mean huckleberry shake to boot—you can bet I’ll be a fan for life.

  • Portland pig-out

    Portland pig-out

    Portland is absolutely chock-a-block with edible kitsch. This is the city that’s home to the neon pink doughnut shop filled with naughty puns, coffin-shaped party boxes and velvet Kenny Rogers paintings. The artisanal salumeria that made a tongue-in-cheek cameo on Portlandia. The coronary-inducing but oh-so-delicious pork-sandwich lunch counter, appropriately (or prophetically) named Lardo. The trouble…

  • Exit, pursued by a bear

    Exit, pursued by a bear

    Speaking of bears, the great state of Montana must have a lot of them… …since they get their own highway exit and all.