May 13, 2009
A Portrait
In honor of Mother's Day, Husband and I planted some flowers in the big, brick planter in front of my parents' house. You guys, I had dirt under my fingernails. That's like one tiny step from sticking a piece of hay in my mouth and hooking my thumbs in the straps of my overalls.
"You need directions to the next town? Well, Cowsudderton is just up the road a piece. You just follow the fence 'til it ends and take a right. Where the road forks, take a left and drive until you see the sign for Jeb's Roadkill Taxedermy and take another left. If you see a dead pig on the side of the road, you've gone too far."
Anyhoo, poor Mommie Dearest had to suffer through my pubescent, eye-rolling years, and did so without punching me in the face, so she's definitely worth some dirty fingernails. Because I totally deserved many, many face-punches.
Also in honor of Mother's Day, I'd like to present to the world -- for the first time ever -- this portrait of Mommie Dearest, circa 1975, lovingly rendered in crayon on tablet paper.
Takes your breath away, doesn't it?
I'm not sure what this maternal portrait says about me, so I'm not even going to delve into it. I was just shy of six at the time and not a master of... proportional relationships. So to speak.
And now you know where I get mine.
Comments
LOL - awesome!!! I think at an early age you were obsessed with the girls :)
Posted by: Hope at May 13, 2009 11:44 AM
Even at six, you were obsessed with racks. Good thing you inherited a nice set.
-L.
Posted by: Lori at May 13, 2009 12:24 PM
Loved seeing your 1975 drawing of me. I still think it's beautiful. Can you trim my bangs sometime?
Love, Mommie D
Posted by: Mommie Dearest at May 13, 2009 12:44 PM
"Not bad for an old broad."
Posted by: Billi at May 13, 2009 12:58 PM