Monthly Archives: January, 2015


I cut my own hair today.

I realize this makes me sound insane. I do, I really really do. But I hate getting my hair cut, and I don’t have a real job, and so I don’t really care all that much what someone may think of me, but there’s more to it than that.

My hair was once gorgeous. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I look back at old photos and realize that it was silky and shiny and red and beautiful. And I shaved it all off because I was sick of being the object of men’s sight. And that’s where I got the nickname bohdel, because I used my own hair to steal the power men felt they had over me. I realize this is a little silly, but it was empowering.

And today, my hair was so dead and full of split ends and harsh. I hate it so much. And the thought of going in and having to chat with a hairdresser for an hour and having a stranger touch me. I couldn’t deal with it.

So I cut my own hair, and not because I don’t have the money for a haircut. I do.

I sort of feel more like myself because of it. Bear with my ridiculous explanation, but there is a part of me that feels a bit more daring about the whole thing. I was the most myself when I didn’t care what people thought and was willing to take risks, when I was wearing my purple coveralls every day. And I wonder who that girl could have grown into. Before I started filing┬ámy edges while at the same time unraveling at the core. If I had focused more on the inside and gave up on the outside.

And so part of me is ready to start looking more at my day-to-day decisions in terms of wwBDd. She certainly would have managed to draw every day this week as I had planned. She wouldn’t be ashamed to show things here that weren’t perfect and beautiful (oh, how she loved the idea of wabi sabi). She certainly would have cut her own hair and not felt embarrassed if it looked awful. And she’d rock it, because quite frankly, it looks fairly cute.

Challenge: a week of crappy drawings

I really once had a bit of talent. Something that made my art teachers in both high school and college try to convince me to go into an artistic field. But talent is nothing. It only starts you out in a forward starting block, hard work can make people go so much further.

And now all that talent has atrophied. Like the weeks I’ve spent sitting on the couch instead of running, I have lost ability. And that makes it even harder to get off the couch or pick up a pen. But I need to do it. Because … actually, I have yet to figure out why I need to, except that I NEED to. It is missing in my life. It is something that I really need to do and not doing it is making me feel like I am missing something very important.

So, for the next week I will be putting crappy drawings up on my tumblr page. That’s a promise. They will be bad. They will be terrible. You will not like them. But I am not doing this for you. I’m not even sure I’m doing this for me. I’m doing this for whatever force gave me the need to create.

2. Stockings

Late Christmas drawing. I am keeping with the drawing a day for this year. Hopefully I can keep it going. Don’t care how crappy they look, need to get it done. And set aside time so that my posts don’t all sound like this piece of … carp.