As you may have read in some of my previous Facebook posts, my sister-in-law, Stacey, is fundraising for the Susan G. Komen 3 Day Walk this year. She's having a garage sale this weekend and I was thinking of what else I could donate to the cause. Two things I thought of were the coffee table and TV stand that were in my parent's living room when I was a little girl. Sentimental, to be sure, but not something I can think of a use for and so they should probably go. But, before they do, I wanted to document what has been somewhat contentious issue in my family: I was not the deviant 5-year-old grafitti artist that my mother claims.
You see, I've had artistic inclinations since I was a wee little girl. And, yes, there were moments when my genius was misunderstood. How was I supposed to know my parents wouldn't appreciate the crayon mural I created on my bedroom wall? I would also argue that lipstick is a perfectly legitimate medium for bathroom mirror art. Yes, I DID attempt to clean the furniture with rubbing alcohol at one point, which you can see in the photo, but THAT was well-intentioned. The ALLEGED incident in question was when I was kindergarten-aged and my mother had punished me, or something else I didn't appreciate, and so I took a marker and scribbled swear words on the bottom of the living room furniture.
I am innocent of the claim and I have the proof.
Okay, so there is some original artwork ...
... and what appears to be the plot sketch of an early work of fiction ...
... but not the egregious blasphemy of which I have been accused.
So now the tables go, and so goes, I hope, these undeserved accusations of a depraved childhood of reckless self-expression. So misunderstood. ;)