days gone by

My deepest apologies for leaving you out of my tales of late, we have been without interweb at the Palace and wifi was not sufficient enough for blogging. The staff in McDonald's began to get suspicious of my housemates and I using their connection daily without purchasing so much as a free cup of water.
It's times such as these when I am grateful, so grateful for new issues of frankie and my creative mind. Here's a sneak peak of what became of my days of unemployment and pending insanity.

Sketches for my story. My story of Swedish adventures and a significant other. A story I will one day read to my children while they drink warm honey and milk from mugs that once touched the lips of a 1960's housewife and her family...