I've never posted a recognisable picture of myself on the blog - I've always preferred to remain relatively anonymous, probably more out of paranoia about the internet than anything else. (I'll probably cave in one day and out myself with a full biog and tonnes of photos, as the lovely Liberty London Girl did recently. But somehow I doubt that Grazia is going to be publishing a feature on me any time soon).
But the theme of this week's The Gallery is 'Me'. So what to do?
I thought I would ask the Littleboys to help out with their own artistic impressions. They are not the most diligent of artists, usually abandoning any effort after about 10 seconds and moving on to throw pens around the room or scribble on the tablecloth. (I had to laugh recently when a mother posted on a local parenting forum complaining that she could not find a kiddie art class that was creative enough for her daughter.)
Nevertheless they do like drawing, and were very excited about the prospect of their creations being photographed and ending up on the 'pooter.
The first picture is Littleboy 1's effort. Rather an interesting portrait, I think, with more than a hint of Cubism about it. I asked him what the very long 'S' in front of my body was. "A really long arm," he answered. And the two yellow circles at the foot of the page? "Some more feet." I don't know what the various other weird appendages are supposed to be, and I think I'd rather not ask.....
OK. So Mummy is basically a hunchback with a super-long robotic-looking arm and an extra pair of feet. Sounds about right. At least my legs are pleasingly slim.
Littleboy 2's effort is a bit more minimalist. I rather like it. A nice smiley face. With what looks like an electric current coming out of my head.
I'm relieved, anyway, that I am smiling in both of the pictures, and not shouting, grumpy or telling them off.
So that, my bloggy friends, is me.