I have always been bad at drawing. I mean, really bad. When I was at school, my highest grade for Art was a C. My picture was so bad that my teacher re-drew it for me and I just had to colour it in. So basically, I managed a C for colouring in, aged 14. Brilliant.
It was Mother’s Day last Sunday and I like making cards for people, but I’d exhausted my ideas for Mum – she’d had the photo ones, the crochet based ones and the ones that probably have a fancy name but are basically cut out bits of paper on a card. So in a last minute panic, I decided to go back to my childhood and draw a picture of me and my Mummy. The card I presented her with was this:
If I were 5, I imagine it could be considered quite good, but clearly I’m a bit older than that. We posed for a photo to see just how good the likeness was:
Um….
It made my family laugh though. Pretty hysterically as it turned out. So I thought I’d try again for Little Pea’s birthday. I don’t think there was even a smidgen of improvement:
But we posed together anyway, just so you can check it out for yourself (He wouldn’t do standing next to me…his knees got all bendy when we tried that):
I think you can see why I never got higher than that C. I don’t think I’ll be starting a production line anytime soon, but at least I know my attempts at drawing can raise a smile :o)
And just because he is SUCH a little lump of gorgeousness, here’s Little Pea without me to detract from the picture, aged one year and one day old. What a big boy:
Happea birthday Little Pea! And Pog, if I were an art teacher, I’d give you a B for using different mediums :)
You got the ‘Happea’ – my Dad thought I’d made a spelling mistake! And thank you – you are a lot kinder than Mrs Ike, my art teacher was :o)