When I was younger, I had to wear a Milwaukee brace. The name sounds fun because “Milwaukee” is involved in a lot of neat things, including beer, but this was not fun. Though it did a variety of things to me, the relevant-to-this-post thing is that it did not allow me to look down. ItContinue reading “Illustration Friday: Heights”
Child + visually impaired grandma + clippers = SUSPENSE!