Baby, It's Cold Outside

But I came home to an envelope with these beauties inside.

Please, meet Kisane and Anais ... two pretty products of the mind and copic pen of Janey.

I don't know why, but I think Flemish peasant girls when I see these. Maybe the headdresses?

And I also know that I fall back into strange torpor when I'm paging through the work of Janey's Journey (see bloglink at right). As if I were luxuriating in a warmer place.

Maybe it's the hot colors, maybe it's her subject matter -- something deeply female about everything she does. I like it a lot.

Thank you, Janey.