Monday, May 19, 2008
Thanks to "The woman who rides like a man" and Wendi Pini it never occurred to me that girls couldn't do comics. Alanna taught me that you can do anything. It may be hard as hell and kick your ass six ways to Sunday, but you can do it. And yes, I was "princess pink" with a pink dress that my mom made for me (or did dad make it?) with a silver star on the front. My older brothers still don't forgive me for the damage that I did to their comic collection. I was flipping through comics before I could read. And I still have Bunny. I think he's still got the red velvet dress that Dad made him to cover up all the batches and seems. I shared a big blue wrought iron bed with my two little sisters. We tied little hammocks to the bed for our dolls. One doll torso (I think it was Evil Lyn) was permanently tied with some yarn that we couldn't get off, the knots were so small and tight.