Got any of your own stashed away that you could pull out and have a look at?
It's pretty fun, I gotta tell ya.
Here's my rock collection.
Only shiny rocks interested me. Don't know where I got them, but I've always loved them.
And that's a cowrie shell on the left. They were the coveted shell to find on the beach growing up. It was a good day if you found one. A very good day.
Oooh, I'm not a sewer, but I tried! lol.
The pig is a knitted pot holder. Wow.
I used a lot of felt as a kid - loved making stuff with it. Cute bear.
Kinda.
Oh, well. She tried. I tried.
I tried her!
This is another scrapbook of mine. It's not a photo scrapbook scrapbook. It's a scrapbook of scraps - the old scrapbook way!
I used to copy cartoons, draw my own etc. Once thing I loved about drawing was that I could do it anywhere - at my desk, in front of the telly, at Grandma's when I was on holidays. I took my paper, pens and book and I was set. Of course the grandparents were good with the compliments too, which I always loved.
The "Debbie" (my name growing up) with the bears was the sign I made for my bedroom door, just in case anyone forgot who dwelt there.
I obviously didn't like it enough to try it again.
And I've never, ever crossed a stitch in my life either. That's my sister's job. She's done some amazing ones over the years.
I used to draw a lot of ice creams, sundaes and hamburgers too, actually. I think it was because I could actually draw them.
People? No.
Animals? No.
Food? Yes, let's do it.
I don't draw a lot of icecreams anymore...
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