I once was a Lizzie

But wait, there's more! Here is number four!

Hello, friends.

First, a quick secret:

I accurately guessed that my optician was Macedonian.¹

Now, down to brass tacks:

Instagram seems to have deleted me. I’ve tried *everything* short of finding someone who works for Meta and can help. (Anyone? Anyone??). I’m surprised by how heartbroken I feel. Ten years (10!) of posts and friendships and inspiration. All gone. Sigh.

I am, however, still making a ton of art! Everything needs to get out of my house, so please ask for anything you see here, here, here, and here (these are four unpublicized posts with high-res images and more info).

Now, a few sneak-peaks of what I’m workin’ on:

Meet Page.

Page was born almost completely blank.

Except, it turned out every fiber woven into her being came from the paper and trees before her (with a little stardust mixed in):

Meanwhile, this is me, pregnant² and chillin’ with a Laysan Albatross:

And here is my special place, watched over by a Northern Mockingbird:

If you can guess why I’ve chosen these two birds I will… make a print of one of these and mail it to you (or send a digital copy). Your choice.

Thank you so much for tuning in, dear hearts.

-Lizzie³

PS: I’ve made a Twitter account (mostly focusing on picture book stuff) if you’d like to follow me here.

1. She had a Greek-ish last name and looked like Deanna Troi from Star Trek: The Next Generation.

2. I’m not currently pregnant. Used to be. Done got two. Now, in the words of my friend Jen H, “this factory is shut down.”

3. Oh yeah, I was a “Lizzie” until high school. I’m still Lizzie-sized, but I’ve grown into a full Elizabeth.