HELL, FRIEND

So last week I meant to start your letter out with “HELLO, FRIEND” but turns out I type too quickly and instead sent you a letter starting with “HELL, FRIEND.” And I apologize for that but also it feels a little accidentally fitting?

This week I decided to try to challenge myself by drawing feet (because I am very bad at feet) and after drawing and erasing a million versions I finally had one that I felt was almost human:

And then I showed it to Victor and he was like, “Cool. Is that a boot?” and I was like, “No, she’s wearing a fancy sock with a slip-on shoe” and he was like, “Got it. Did she break her ankle?” and I was like, “IT’S HARD TO DRAW ARCHED FEET” and then Hailey walked in and I asked, “Hailey, does this foot look weird?” and they said, “No, it’s cool” and I was like, “Hell, yeah” and then they said, “It’s one of those weird, old-fashioned victorian boots, right?” and I explained that it was just a normal foot in a sock and they were like, “Oh” and Victor was like, “Remember that time Hailey twisted their ankle when we were on vacation and it swelled up so much we had to use a whole box of popsicles to get the swelling down?” and that’s when I decided to maybe I needed to make some changes.

And I think it works.

I super crazy love you.

~ me