There is one thing I can not do, and that is to draw. I suck at it. I wish I could draw. I always fill my notebooks with horrible attempts at sketching. Since I am an avid writer - and even more so when I am travelling - I wish I could draw.

Anyhow - I have committed drawings. Several in fact, of myself. And I am going to inflict them on you. The background for this is davario's meme to draw oneself as a teenager. I spent several  hours last night looking at the various representations of selves. I was rather amused how many showed themselves as so much sleeker and trendier now than in their youths. Yes, being a teenager is a horrible thing, filled with angst and acne. But I bet a lot of them were way trendier stressed back then than now - it is just that who, who I ask, want to admit today that they found the late eighties fashion the coolest ever? Also a lot of girls stressed how their hair was much better now. There is nothing as bad as old fashion....

Or it may be that I am strangely unchanged. I haven't undergone a huge external change, I have shorter hair and slightly less acne*, but I still fit in some of the clothes I wore as a 16 year old. And I have worn scarfs and books most of my life...

* My mother tells me that it gets better after menopause...

( self portraits ugh... )