I was with my dad when we passed in front of Fernandes the other day. They were promoting some art classes at the window - drawing and painting - and my dad came up with the brilliant idea that we should go.
He should totally go, he has a very fine, very steady drawing hand. There are two pictures hanging in the house of two knights dueling atop horses that he made when he was about eight years old, and they are simply amazing!
But then he insisted that I go too... to keep him company and all the other habitual blackmail-ish reasons. And I said I'd go. The classes are only once a week and they weren't too expensive anyway.
I'm dreading the first lesson. I think I'm going to be so embarrased that my hand is going to be shaking the whole time. Or rather, I'll likely be so tense that I won't be able to draw a straight line - which amounts to the same. And the teacher was kind of good-looking... and looked to be about only a couple of years older than me. Damn. >_<
Anyway, to keep my mind off of this incoming tragedy, here's a pretty pic: my family crest.
Isn't it cool? Huh? Huh? Isn't it? XD
(Btw, all that dark grey? It's supposed to be purple... cool )
