Some Christmas decorations for Red Door Gallery. They are snowflakes, yup.

ps. I know it's too early...



I've always quite enjoyed the odd cup of tea now and again but in the past couple of weeks I seem to have acquired a rather ferocious addiction. I used to love a pot of camomile or lemon grass - and for a caffeine hit a dainty wee espresso would do the job. Now none of that is enough. I can almost audibly hear my belly demanding more tea. Proper tetley's tea with milk no less. And a biscuit.

I blame the lack of fags.



I managed to get my friend called a "tramp" on bbc radio and it sent us both into a teenage girl style tizzy of glee. Losers.




Autumn is properly underway now and looking rather marvelous. I'm sure Autumn exists in Scotland too but I've never noticed it. The trees have quite suddenly started turning all kinds of mental colours, my favourite being the bright red and incandescent pink - I'm not a fan of yellow.. Only bad thing is I left my fricking Polaroid camera in Glasgow during my last visit in fear of Easy Jet baggage allowances. My digital camera is all kinds of shit and can't get to grips with colours so I'm vexed beyond belief. Vexed and tickled all at the same time.



The October PikaPackage giveaway is now a-go-go. Two lucky bastards will win a package filled with goodies donated by nearly 50 illustrators (including me) and makers of pretty things. Head on over to Pikaland for your chance to grab it.


From a wee project I'm working on. More later.


I've moved all my giving up smoking drawings to a brand new blog - named, rather imaginatively I think, carolyn alexander is giving up smoking - and will be carrying on the project over there from now on. The drawings were pretty much taking over things here and messy-ness makes me agitated in an OCD kind of way.


polar prints

A limited edition of 5 embellished prints are now available in my etsy shop. Seeing as all embellishments are by hand - ie complete one offs - they're a friggin steal at $20 each (that's about £11.50 to my fellow sterling consumers).


paper and stitch

I've been invited to take part in the first Paper n Stitch online exhibition. Its a space devoted to all things handmade and features some really rather lovely shops including my slightly offensive one.

Oh and they did a very nice feature on me t'other day that I was totally oblivious of until now. Merci beau cul!



At a wee luncheon party in a mountain chalet the French folks attending heard how I pronounce Raph's name and found it hilarious. Raph told me ages ago I say his name a bit funny - I can't do the guttural French 'r' properly - but he says my name a bit funny - Caroleeeen - so its ok.

Anyway; they think when I say Raph I sound like a little yappy dog, and found it very funny to imitate me in a yappy dog fashion all day long. Dicks.


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les vaches

I had a bit of a shock at the weekend when I looked out my window to see four stray wee cows in the back garden. I'm no expert but I think they were quite young - not calves but not quite yer full cow either.

I was doing the last minute and a half of my cross-trainer-workout-thing and decided to 'go for the burn' and finish before I leapt out on the balcony to take a picture of the scene. My reasoning was surely cows can't go far in a minute and half.

Wrong. The sprightly little buggers managed to stroll round the apple tree and down the stairs to the front garden, out the driveway and across the road in 1.34 minutes. All I got was a photo of them bumbling about the driveway before crossing the road. And I missed seeing them go down the stairs which I imagine would be quite comical. I am furious.

Lessons learned:

1. Exercise = missed opportunities and a waste of my precious time.
2. Cows are rather fast.

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illustration is good

Miss Correll has made a rather nice post about my smoking drawings over on her fabby-dabby blog illustration is good. She is a rather nice lady with rather nice drawings to boot. Merci beau cul.


summers over


Thats it. The jig is up. Summers over now so no more gloating from me. I'll be worse off than you now.

Goodbye sun. Bonjour rain and snow and cold fricking hands.