Just a quick little sketch of a memory to take a break from the tedium of textbooks...
While I was working on my freelance textbook illo's last night, the local PBS tv station was running a British music special which was providing some fun background music. When Dusty Springfield started singing "You don't have to say you love me", I just happened to be walking by the tv and saw the performance - and totally had a flashback to a time when my mom was dressed up for a night out with my dad, and looked almost exactly like that -- big blonde hair, sophisticated, too cool for words. Well, at least to my little girl eyes.
I thought she was perfectly beautiful.
While I was working on my freelance textbook illo's last night, the local PBS tv station was running a British music special which was providing some fun background music. When Dusty Springfield started singing "You don't have to say you love me", I just happened to be walking by the tv and saw the performance - and totally had a flashback to a time when my mom was dressed up for a night out with my dad, and looked almost exactly like that -- big blonde hair, sophisticated, too cool for words. Well, at least to my little girl eyes.
I thought she was perfectly beautiful.
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