Today I was meant to take a train out of town early in the morning to surprise my man's sweet now 82 year old granny. I went to bed ready with a little pain in my ears. "Sleep'll fix that by tomorrow" i thought.
8am – pain flares up with alarm. Already thinking "fuuuuuuuhck what kind of person commits and doesn't show up to a sweet old ladies birthday event". Let me be clear, I'm not a fan of birthdays; my own or other peoples. I'm 30 now and have no problem going: "I'm not doing that". But this cute purple haired lady who randomly leaves selfies of herself on my phone...let's just say I felt just as bad inside as on the outside having to inform the host that I won't be able to make it :(
I saw no choice than to overcome my stigma of drawing self portraits and shot a representation out my wrist using coloured pencils as though my life depended on it. I folded the A4 sample 400gsm paper I was able to find in my flat so it would stand up right.
4 minutes scribble scribble. – finish. I trusted my boyfriend to place it on my place at the table and genuinely involve the portrait me in conversations. – Guilt somewhat elevated.
fyi-Bambi for main course. Hopefully left overs will make their way to my location.
Wishing you all good health and a great weekend Steemsterinos!
Z out.