drawing memories, 3.20
Slowly throughout the last ten years, my mum has been quietly converting my old childhood bedroom into more of a guest space for me when I come to visit. The twin bed was moved out for a nice full, new linens and all the junk I had is now gone–save for some books and a few odds and ends.
And just recently I noticed a new framed item–a drawing of Angelica Charlotte Pickles I did as a little girl–there in all its “glory”, misspellings included.
It cracks me up. Why, of all things, did this make the framed cut?