I had a Victorian style high neck dress with lots of lace and beautiful pearl buttons down the front and a big bow at the back.
I proudly wore that dress to PS 141- deep in the crack-cocaine devastated South Bronx.
Let's please pause to imagine that people.
I wore that dress and beige square-heeled patent leather shoes. With pride.
I'm lucky to be alive!
We never fit in.
Our parents weren't zombies and my Mom had a thing for dressing us up in a neighborhood where safety pins binding the cuff of your jeans (a la Michael Jackson in "Thriller") was OO lala!! Tres Chic.
Dad would regularly spit shine our faces- in front of everybody- using the corner of his shirt cuff.
What was he wiping away?
I lost my love for purple. It's the color of Prince's rain but I avoided it anyway.
|This week's sketch by Marie.|
Goes to show- Trust. Your. Hind-brain! (the lizard part that goes "Tzzz! Tzzz! Want COOKIE!" "Tzz! Want Cheese Cake- from Junior's- on 8th street not Brooklyn Bridge- that location sucks!"- at 1am)
|Those 3 acrylic bubbles are the only "real" ones on this page.|
The others are all digi created by hitting copy then paste in Photoshop.
If you have a cheap source for those lemme know!
|I never lost my love for Twilight Purple.|