I had a really hard times for last weeks. My laptop was in servis, three times a month (don’t even talk about price), I was struggling with offices (still I am but some things are solved at least), with lack of job offers in my profession (did I say I quite job), and many many other things that many people probably suffer from too, but sometimes it’s just too much. When I received another bad news, mum took me to the bookshop (actually she dropped me there, my sweet dear mum, I love her).
I haven’t been in a bookshop for years.
I bought three books, one for me and two for my siblings - Christmas is coming and who knows when I'll be able to go shopping again.
I bought Good Omens. Precisely after 30 years it’s finally translated to my language and I didn't hesitate for a second. I can’t stop staring at my small collection and smiling and feeling a little better.
(why the fck is the book getting bigger and bigger)
(the bigger bright book is that new one and the blue 24 yrs younger one is half the size, I swear)
“All alone in the woods, priesssst.”
(I am working on new art style and also on new project. Many times I wonder about themes for painting, but I don’t have that special gift for creating stories and I really really really like stories from others. And one great story is still stuck in my head, so... Thanks to mia_ugly for bringing Slow Show to our lives and to @smolghostings for inspiration and imaginary kicking to my ass, I love guys! )
I think it's time to reread Slow Show again, even for the fourth time.