Alternate title: “recipe for falling into a manhole.” The first thing I thought when I finished this was, “For goodness sakes, put a barette in your hair. Doesn’t that bother you?” Talking to my illustrations = not a reassuring sign. It seems I’m slowly but surely turning into Renee Zellweger’s version of Beatrix Potter.

Seriously, replace the bunny with a vaguely fashion-related sketch and the resemblance is scary. Don’t worry, I solemnly promise not to start drawing adorable baby-blue bunnies. Maybe.