To be sketched

We were going through some of our old journals and sketchbooks recently and I came across these drawings my husband made about 8-10 years ago. There were lots of sketches of me actually, some of just my eyes, which is sort of alarming to stumble upon. A page of eyes!

In the middle picture, I'm reading a manuscript a friend of ours wrote.

There are others too, ones I won't share on my blog (naked!!) that you might have seen if you were friends with us pre-2005 when we felt uninhibited and showed people drawings of me in that, um, state. (naked!!)

Not that there's anything wrong with that.