We aren't sure from where Abby inherited her mad drawing skillz, but I know it wasn't me and I'm pretty sure it wasn't Jeremy. Best I can tell is that it's some latent virus that I picked up from my friend Lisa in high school. It laid dormant in me and latched onto my first fetus. Girlfriend doesn't care about her clothes. Or Justin Bieber. Or Lady Gaga. Or make-up. She loves animals, especially wolves and horses, drawing and sewing and last but not least, reading.
When we lived here last, she took an art class at a cute little art store in downtown New Bern.
They were offering kids summer classes, so we looked into them, deciding that she would actually probably be happiest in a drawing class for adults. The shop owner said she was old enough to join the class, so she did! For 4 weekly afternoons, I would drop her off, all ready to get her art on and pick her up...
covered in charcoal and deliriously happy. ;)
(She had no idea her face looked like this. I was kind enough to tell her... just after I got a picture.)
The art store is right near this antiques place.
I needed a picture of the kids with The King.
I think Amelia was channeling Elvis and his funky lower half dances. I know she's never seen it before, but boy if she didn't have it down pat!
She's my hunka hunka burning love!
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Love your blogs. When Sarah saw that first picture of Abby (the top half of her head was all that fit on the screen) She said in a quiet but excitd voice, "That's my best friend! That's Abby." :)
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