Today, fueled by ravioli, I played with illustration submissions and got them to a point where I could hit "send" without too much eye-rolling:
The results, much like our initial attempts at running semolina dough through the pasta machine, were varied and fun and slightly off-kilter:
I really didn't intend the Italian theme to spill over into so many Leaning Towers of Pisa (or Prague or Singapore or Moscow or Amsterdam)--but there they are. Maybe I need a massage to work out a kink in my neck. Or perhaps I need to start using a ruler. Who cares when there are a few Magic Babushkas hiding in the nooks and crannies...or maybe--Strega Nonas?