This is not something I do. I don’t do drawings of people’s dogs. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, just that I don’t have a desire to do it. I don’t even have the desire to draw my own dogs. It just doesn’t interest me.
So this morning, when Barbara sent me a picture of her poodle Ernie in a red hat, I laughed and downloaded it onto my computer, just because I liked looking at it. Then I went to work tacking my Yellow Quilt not thinking about Ernie at all (or so I thought).
But then it happened, I just couldn’t stop myself. I put down my needle and yellow yarn and picked up a pencil and piece of scrap paper. Two or three quick drawings to make sure I could do it, then I hit the sewing machine. Ernie flowed out of my like I knew him my whole life.
Suddenly I could see a series of potholders, Ernie visits Bedlam Farm, picnics with the chickens and makes friends with Minnie. What would Flo think of him in his red hat?
So now I see, this is not about drawing Barbara’s dog. It’s about Ernie and who he is. It’s about Barbara’s photo of Ernie and how she sees him. It’s about this new thing I have for standard poodles, something I don’t quite understand. (although I’m sure Jon would have fun explaining it to me if I really wanted to know) It’s about a new face in my potholders. Because in a way, Ernie did visit the farm this morning. Maybe not in person, but in a way, he’s still here and I think he’s gonna hang around a while.