Run, don’t walk! To to see the latest episode of Stamp Addicts!

Sarah and Vicky will demo some fun products and brand new stamps to dress up your Easter cards and crafts!

Stamps by yours truly will be featured, as well, so EEPA! EEPA! EEPA! ONDALAY! Over to Hochanda I’m on my way!


E.T. Phone Gnome

Here’s a friendly little gnome

Looking for a friendly home.

He doesn’t want to be alone,

And he doesn’t have a noisy phone.

He won’t eat much,

Or be overgrown.

So, can he, pretty please,

Come to your home?

He (and she) are available from Sherry West Art NOW!

They’ve got lots of outfits, accessories and elements for lots of fun paper doll play, Cardmaking, journaling, scrapbooking and more!

Contact me:

It’s almost summer, dincha gnome?

Merry Christmas?

Or is that Merry Cats-Mouse?

And just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, lol.

A very appropriate stamp design to close out 2020, wouldn’t you think?


is available as a digital stamp, coloring image for just $2.50!

Want him?

Send me a PM on Facebook Messenger: Sherry West,


Email me at:

Ready for 2021?

Whós ready for 2021?

Got your:

  • Goggles?
  • Toilet Plunger?
  • Gloves?
  • Toilet Brush?
  • Cleanser?
  • Cleaning bucket?
  • Hazmat suit?

Anything else on that list I’m missing?!

Hey, it´s better to be over-prepared than end up in the same situation wéve been in for all of 2020.

Maybe this time, wéll be ready for it!

Happy 2021!


If you want him, he’s only $5.00 for the set!

Just think of all the possibilities!

Want him?

Email me:

Facebook Messenger for Much Faster Response: Sherry West.


The folks at Facebook Corporate must not be carnivores.

That´s just a wild guess based on my latest encounter with them in the guise of trying to add images to my FB shop.

Take the item below I was trying to upload, for instance…

I realize they believe it´s their Most Solemn Responsibility to make sure the rest of the us do what is right and go green, but there is no freaking way in heck I ´ll be giving up my fried chicken any time soon. Good luck with that one, MZ.

Long live KFC!

Silly Spooders

Awhile ago, a long while ago, I submitted to Bored Panda what I thought was SURE to be the next viral cartoon series “Silly Spiders.”

With a few hundred views, no positive comments, no shares and only 20 upvotes (sympathetic friends and family, I’m guessing), I quickly realized the inevitable (which didn’t include going viral).

I forgot all about these silly things until I happened to stumble over them recently.

After showing them to the ladies on my design team, most of whom weren’t aware of their existence, the team leader noticed something rather interesting.

See the red circles?


See what’s inside the big one?


Of course, I was completely oblivious since I was focused on the spiders and trying to figure out how to make them better artistically.

Kathy noticed it IMMEDIATELY. (Of course, she did, being the mother of a normal six-year-old boy.)

I saw: someone sitting on the toilet with their bright red undies down around their ankles.

She saw: “Stop Wiping Your Butt.”

So, the lesson for today is: Even when presented with stuff in black and white and in print online, each person still perceives it DIFFERENTLY.

And the other life lesson? Always reread what you just read, just in case you missed something REALLY obvious.

Oooohhhhh, Nooooo, You Don’t!!!

The half-bath room is right in line with the back door. It has one sink and a toilet.
Alex has to walk through there with Marla to Kevin’s office where the back door is to take Marla out for her daily potty breaks.
(Our entire Flock of Flurrkins likes to park right on the concrete stoop, immediately in front of the back door, but that’s another highly entertaining story for another time.)
I was just in that bathroom right in the middle of cleaning the toilet with some good-old-fashioned dish soap and bleach (my grandma’s tried-and-true recipe for cleaning everything), giving it a good scrubbing with all of the accompanying soapy bubbles going everywhere, when Alex and Marla noisily came back in the house through the back door and were in the office directly behind me ready to squeeze through the little bathroom and on into the rest of the house.
Marla has a rather unfortunate bad habit…when she returns from her Great Adventure Outdoors, she’s quite thirsty. That white porcelain toilet bowl is right at her height and looks like the Perfect Refreshing Font of Thirst-Quenching Goodness for a hot dog.
And Marla has frequently, noisily and messily availed herself of its permanent and open availability before we can catch her.
(When certain short humans around here use it, they never remember to put the lid down. I’m not going to comment on whether they remember to flush or not.)
I looked back over my shoulder, and Marla was bee-lining it for the watery bowl with a very interested look on her face.
“Oh, no, you don’t, Marla!” I told her, planting myself firmly in her path with my soapy toilet brush held aloft like a scepter to reinforce the command in my Presence and tone (because I am the Queen of the Throne, dontcha know).
Just in time, Alex realized what was about to happen and said she’d take Marla into the rest of the house through the laundry room.
Pulling Marla behind her, while Marla determinedly pulled against her in the opposite direction toward the toilet, Alex redirected a very reluctant dog into the house via another, less disgusting route.
I made a mental note to myself to remember to flush the toilet really well and put the lid down, just in case.

Tooty-Toot, Maisy!

Sherry West, SherryWestArt, 2019

When our daughter was small, we read her the Maisy the mouse books by Lucy Cousins.

In one of them, Maisy has a train.

Somewhere in the text it reads, “Tooty-toot, Maisy!” whenever the train blows it’s whistle.

So now, whenever someone is gassy, we all yell “Tooty-Toot, Maisy!”

Gabriel, a very typical seven-year-old boy, who just finished a bowl of Kellogg’s Frosted Flakes, is sitting in the large Lazy-boy with his little brother Rainier.

From way over there, I heard the very distinct sounds that send little boys (and their siblings) into gales of laughter.

I told him, “I heard that!”

Gabriel then said, “Imagine if You made a sound like that!”

Tooty-toot, Maisy!