Some of the fun of doing these little daily challenges is that prompts tend to repeat themselves. This means that this is only the third snowman I’ve ever sketched in my life. For this one, I decided to forgo any references at all and just make whatever came to mind. Also, I only had 15 minutes, so whatever appeared, it had to be really quick! But that’s the fun I remember in building an actual snowman. As a kid, I would breathlessly roll balls of snow as fast as I could to make the body. Once the the head, torso, and bottom were in place, the real fun began. Though it was only a scarf and hat for clothing, something that seems oddly deficient for cold weather now that I think about it. Yet, despite the lack of proper winter attire, it was always the face that truly made the man. This one shares my own crooked smile, a side effect of muscles that are apparently slightly stronger on the left side of my face. Though the idea of muscles on my body are a humorous thing to consider in general, since I’m far more lanky than sculpted. But that’s the wonderful thing about joy, it comes in whatever form it chooses.
Tonight, Philippe informed me that we failed to complete our countdown ritual yesterday. I was aghast, but also confused as I’m quite sure I remembered biting the head off of a chocolate rocking horse. Apparently, we had remembered the edibles, but failed to complete the requisite Lego ritual. I was initially distraught, but then quite happy to know that I got to open and assemble two little toy prizes tonight. In truth, our ritual gets really interrupted when we head to Texas to visit my family and end up 5 days behind. We have to catch up slowly since the tradition also includes some boozy chocolates in the end. Yet, it’s all a super fun time, filled with food and family. And a quick check of the Texas weather shows that it’s going to be cold and rainy. This is a bit of a disappointment as part of the fun is getting a little escape from the cold. But, my family lives in extreme Northern Texas which is as unreliable when it comes to weather as it is with cell phone service. More than once, I’ve been trapped in an ice storm when attempting to leave at this time of year. Though I have to admit, calling into work and saying you’ll be a day late when you’ve already completely returned to childhood is a rather easy thing to do.
Though I never grew up in Texas, my parents moved there when I was still a teenager. The house isn’t meant to be the one that I grew up in, yet often, I think that our teen years are the moment we officially start growing up. And, as I approach 50, there are certainly many more years that this house has existed in my life. But, I only get to visit once or twice year, so after almost three decades, it’s still only the equivalent of a couple of months. A far cry from my actual childhood home that saw me grow from infant to awkward teen day by day. And no matter how cold it gets in Northern Texas, the odds of building anything significant out of snow are still pretty slim. Thanks to the holidays, though, each of those memories are amplified and made to glitter just a bit more. So, in many ways, it feels like a second childhood home. It marks the very moments where I’m universally considered an adult, yet still struggling through the entire concept. Moments that are just as infuriatingly awkward as going through puberty. Sitting here today, I’m still pondering the very idea of growing up. But, instead of coming to any rash conclusions, I’m quite content with just quickly doodling a snowman.
About the Doodlewash
Da Vinci Paint Co.: Vermilion, Leaf Green, Terra Cotta and Cobalt Blue. Lamy Al-Star Safari Fountain Pen with black ink in an A5 Hahnemühle Watercolour Book. Want to purchase a print of this doodlewash? Send me a note with a link to this post, and I’ll add it to my shop!