I used to do a lot of portrait sketches. This was one of the very first ones, a charcoal pencil drawing of my grandma (Dad's mom) when I was 16.
These are colored pencil from a few years after the first. My other Grandma and my Mom. All of these pictures are on a shelf hanging in the stairway landing, in a grouping with other family pictures.
This shot from my wedding is one of my faves, it is the only picture I have of my mom and grandma together (along with my sisters and I).
The wall is a mix of paintings, drawings, and photos. None of the art is all that great, but it is sentimental to me. This watercolor is of a photo of my husband's grandma, Gladys, with one of her quilts behind it, and a gladiola in front.
The area is a quiet corner of our home, we rarely use the upstairs unless we have guests, or the grand fairies are sleeping up there. So, the mix of portraits aren't a focal point in our cottage, some of the frames are cheap and cheesy, like the one from the 80s on the drawing of my grandma, but the collection means a lot to me.
I take time to stop and look, sometimes will go upstairs just to think about the pictures and the people in them. Especially on Mother's Day.
Speaking of mothers- I can't leave you without pics of Honey and her pups, can I?
And of Twinkle, who has had her own share of puppies, wishes these babies were hers.
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