Four Eyes

by | May 12, 2012 | Life | 5 comments

Those of you who have been paying close attention may have noticed that Matthew looks a little different lately. Smarter. More literate. More likely to get into fistfights and hunt big game.

Old Matthew:

New Matthew:

Do you see the difference? It’s in the glasses. His new glasses are, apparently, from the “Ernest Hemingway” line of frames. I swear we did not know this when picking them out, or we might have opted for something more modest, like the “Laura Ingalls Wilder” line. I bet they would have looked just right on Matthew. He does rock the frock quite admirably.

As it stands, I must admit to being quite fond of the Hemingway look. Here’s hoping it doesn’t eventually lead to war wounds, plane crashes, multiple divorces and dementia (if you want to read a really tragic Wikipedia article, just look up Hemingway. Yowza.). Hemingway’s personal legacy aside, I’m also hoping he doesn’t assume any of Hemingway’s literary legacy either – I would be plum out of a job. That boy’s writing needs my illustration.

In the meantime, I’ll just admire him and his literary affectations from across the studio. Isn’t he the cutest?

5 Comments

  2. Don on 5.12.12 at 12:28 pm

    Can I interest you in some six-toed cats?

  3. Robbi on 5.12.12 at 12:56 pm

    Admirer: I hope not.

    Don: I had to google “Hemingway six-toed cats” to get your reference. However, you really ought to already know that cats of any number of digits are completely out of the question. Matthew is not-entirely-patiently waiting for our cats to expire, and has been for the past 10 years. Now that they’re 13, I think the cats themselves are not-entirely-patiently waiting to expire. So, in short, NO.

  4. Don on 5.12.12 at 9:38 pm

    1. I thought everyone knew about his six-toed cats!
    2. Yes, I’m vey familiar with Matthew’s “love” toward your cats.
    I was trying to make a funny…Clearly, I failed quite miserably. Perhaps I should stick to knock-knock jokes.