Sometimes after work at night, I sit in the living room, or even in bed and make a postcard drawing.
A few weeks ago I was reading when a image of a girl sitting on a couch came to me. After drawing her, I realized she was the imaginary friend I had when I was a kid.
I first saw my imaginary friend on the faux marble tile in my bathroom. Then she moved into a birdcage under my neighbor’s stoop. She’s grown up some and now she seems at home in my postcards.
I have a few postcards with drawings of my imaginary friend on them for sale in my Etsy Shop. I also put some Still Life’s and Goddess postcards for sale too. There are 11 in all, each one is an original drawing. They are $10 each with free shipping.
You can see and read about them all in my Etsy Shop. And you can get there by clicking on the Shop Etsy Button below.
I absolutely need one of these. On my way to Etsy, I will stop here to tell you of my imaginary friend, Loopy. (Although I’m not sure how she spelled her name. I was too young to spell when I first met her. So it may be Lupe (short for Guadalupe) or Loupie. Don’t know.) Anyhoo, she was a real fixture in our household for quite a while. But one day, after not hearing about her for a while, my mother asked “Where’s Loopy?” “She got run over by a truck,” I announced. And that was that.
That’s a great story Jill. My friend didn’t have a name, loopy is perfect for an imaginary friend. And she died kinda rough, but you seemed ok with it! 🙂
Imaginary friends are like Jon’s “spirit dogs”. They come when we need them and then they leave. I’m sure I didn’t have any real concept of what being run over by a truck was like, but that pronouncement ended any further mention of Loopy. Rest her imaginary soul.
Yes, it sounds like you didn’t need her anymore and you weren’t giving her a chance to come back. I love that you were so direct and unapologetic about it.