Sentimental Saturdays is an idea from my friend Beverly, who blogs at PoMo Golightly. She invited other bloggers to join her in posting a picture of a sentimental object or place on Saturdays, and write about it. I don’t participate every week, only as the mood strikes.
Tom drew this picture of me a few months into our relationship. We were hanging out at his place working crossword puzzles, actively not discussing that I had to head back to Madison soon. (We lived in separate cities back then.)
He hates this drawing and thinks it shows a terrible lack of artistic ability. He probably won’t appreciate that I featured it here (Sorry, Honey). That’s not the point. Tom’s not an artist, and I don’t care. That he even tried to draw my portrait means a lot. It wasn’t something I asked him to do, or expected him to do. He just picked up a piece of scrap paper and drew my portrait, spontaneously.
I especially love the way he captured my curly hair in a few simple pencil strokes. Sure, the teeth are a little weird and my earlobes are drawn strangely high on my head, but it’s still a pretty good likeness. This portrait has attitude, and it makes me look happy and fun. Who could complain about that?