Can’t type long – just coming up for air from the craft room. I took some brutal before shots that I am going to have to muster the courage to share. I will have to wait and see if the pleasure of the AFTER outweighs the embarrassment of the BEFORE.
I came across this drawing in the crap room craft room, done by me when I was 6 in 1975. You can tell I was still adjusting to the birth of my little brother a year earlier. Poor kid has no name and no snazzy colorful outfit but at least he’s in there and smiling!
Alright, I’m diving back in.
Later.
