still trying to figure this one out. no shrinking.
back in 1958, near christmas, my dad came home from getting a haircut and asked me if i still had the drawing i had done of the cocker spaniel puppy in a gift box. i said i did. he asked again and then asked if he could see it. i got the sketchbook and showed him the only thing i had done in the entire pad of 50 sheet. a pastel of a blonde cocker puppy lifting the lid of a white box with a big red ribbon on it so he could get out. christmas tree in the background.
he then told my mom and i why he had asked. there was an art gallery next to the barbershop and he saw "my" picture in the window. he said he was sure it was mine but it had a price tag on it of $50. so he was glad to see i still had mine. the other was worth $50 but "it was good".