For Once, Not Tempted to Color

[kitsjay]

OH!







And I just noticed her nose is crooked. Damn. Anyway. Sorry for the poor quality--pencil doesn't scan well.

ETA: So there's this very loud, extroverted, awesome real estate lady named Dorothy who walked in to talk to Dad.

She saw the picture of the girl that I scanned on my desk and said, "Girl, what are you doing? Why are you working for your daddy when you could be making money?"

And I'm like, "Wait, is she saying I should be working because I'm drawing?"

Before I could say anything, she picked up the drawing and said, "Have you thought of plastic surgery?"

Taken aback, my first thought was something along the lines of, "Do I need it?"

She continued, "Because they have to draw, you know. Are you in school? What are you majoring in?"

"Uh, Biology and English?"

"You're halfway there! Girl, you are good. You should be thinking about being a plastic surgeon or something. Is this you?"

"Um, no, ma'am."

"Because it looks like you." She proferred the drawing to my grandpa and dad. "Doesn't this look like her?"

"She used to have long hair like that," my dad lamented.

"Well, she is a pretty child," she said, gesturing to me. "I think this looks like you."

"Oh."

"This is really good," she said once more.

My grandpa pipes up, "Now don't go feeding her ego any."

She jumped in. "What are you talking about? This is really good. That's not feeding her ego any."

I've decided I really like Dorothy.