Sunday, August 30, 2009

Girl by Suzanne

Meet the seven year old me, a compulsive liar and a failure of a ballerina. I hated ballet, and it wasn't just hard. It was nightmarish. Also I did not have lime green pointe shoes or a purple and red tutu. I might have tried harder if I had.


  1. Was the teacher right? DID you grow up to be a famous ballerina? Or was your teacher being a little overconfident? Nice drawing by the way.

  2. My teacher was a filthy liar.She taught me everything I know.