Sometimes I run out of time and it has to just be “good enough.” But I’ve been thinking about this one for a while and I thought the pun on the famous Fluevog slogan was too good to pass up. It would have been a shame not to do something for it. Besides, I really like these shoes! Even though I didn’t quite get the color right in my illustration. I think I finished this end-to-end in under 8 hours. I need to work on my “quick draw!”
For those familiar with Wuthering Heights, this one’s obvious. Here are some quotes from the book on which I based this. First, the setting. Second, the action:
The whole furniture consisted of a chair, a clothes-press, and a large oak case, with squares cut out near the top resembling coach windows. Having approached this structure, I looked inside, and perceived it to be a singular sort of old-fashioned couch, very conveniently designed to obviate the necessity for every member of the family having a room to himself. In fact, it formed a little closet, and the ledge of a window, which it enclosed, served as a table. I slid back the panelled sides, got in with my light, pulled them together again, and felt secure against the vigilance of Heathcliff, and every one else.
‘I must stop it, nevertheless!’ I muttered, knocking my knuckles through the glass, and stretching an arm out to seize the importunate branch; instead of which, my fingers closed on the fingers of a little, ice-cold hand! The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed, ‘Let me in—let me in!’ ‘Who are you?’ I asked, struggling, meanwhile, to disengage myself. ‘Catherine Linton,’ it replied, shiveringly (why did I think of Linton? I had read Earnshaw twenty times for Linton) ‘I’m come home: I’d lost my way on the moor!’
Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights, 1847
Of course I changed this to “I’ve lost my shoes on the moor.” Hopefully I’ll get into the finals this time around.