I drew this last Valentine's day. Everyone always remembers their first love:) ...or maybe the one after that. or that in-betweener one. or the current one.
After three days of trying to figure it out, Mildred finally understood how to use an umbrella. Her fears of someone raining on her parade were finally put to rest...or were they?
One day Winifred lost her favorite bow. Then she absent mindedly left the kettle boiling for the whole day. Then she completely forgot to pick up the parsnips her mother needed for that evening's stew.
What a day for poor, sweet Winifred, a daydreamer at heart and in mind.