the girl who owns the world

This week for my drawing challenge with Keet/retch-a-sketch, we were meant to draw ourselves at 14 as paper dolls with our favourite outfit, and 3 favourite things. And include descriptions.

Mine is LATE! (as always??) But, it’s long weekend monday! So, I feel like that means it’s still technically “Sunday-esque”. Y’all are still lazing around anyways.

I drew me as 14-16 years of age, because I sort of have combined those memories in my head. That age range wasn’t a very good time for me mentally, and I think I was actually at my worst. 

But lets check out my craze outfit/style. Seriously, I was a little lesbian. Why didn’t anyone tell me?

I liked to wear zip up sweaters. I wore this one beigey/brown footlocker zip up sweater that I still own. It was usually dirty, but fabulous. I would also try to wear as many band t-shirts as possible-whether I went to see the band, or just got them from value village. When I went to see Pearl Jam play at the ACC, I wore their t-shirt until it was thread-bare. 

For pants, I loved these then-cool, now-ridiculous dark charcoal jeans. They were tight at the top, and they flared out at the bottom. And they were cut open! Like bellbottoms with the bell cut open. They made flappy sounds as I walked, and the slits in them were sort of fringed with a denim cut look. I am pretty sure they were from value village or hand me downs, but I adored them partially because they were “cool” and partially because I think they were some random brand named jeans. I would also try to steal my sister’s studded belt and wear it with my outfits to look “badass”. She wore it a lot more than me, but sometimes, I would sneak it on. 

All of my favourite items revolved around drawing, or self expression. The box-type thing is my pencil case. I never went far without a pencil case (still don’t). I carried with me a large brown journal where I wrote my deepest, saddest thoughts. And, I had this military surplus yellow shoulder bag that my oldest sister brought me from Nova Scotia. It was a colour that no one liked, and I didn’t even like the colour that much at the time. 

I guess generally, I wore a lot of neutral colours that were sort of bland or masculine with the exception of my bright yellow bag. Now I try to live a little more colourfully. 

Then end!