My nephew posted on Facebook the other day a work of art (sculpture) that his son had made at school. Also a blogging friend on here is I know working through the difficult task of sifting through the papers and life long memorabilia left by her recently departed mother.
Both these events lead me to posting this picture.
“What is that?” you ask. Well it is a Beagle obviously. I made this when about 8 at school. When I cleared out my Mum’s house some years ago she’d kept it tucked away on a shelf, ok not pride of place but she never brought herself to throw away this gift I’d made for her. It is now tucked away on a shelf normally in my music room because, much as this proves my visual art talents clearly were sacrificed for my musical ones, Mum kept it and therefore I know it meant something special to her so I’ve kept it.
I wonder if my kids will keep it? Given the derision that was forthcoming when I said “Obviously it’s a Beagle” I doubt it somehow…