Today I discovered two interesting things:
Firstly, drawing a disembodied nose that looks like a nose is difficult.
Secondly, drawing a disembodied nose that doesn’t look like something you would see in crude graffiti is even more difficult.
This marks my 250th post here on WordPress! It has also been almost exactly two years since I first began this blog. Here are the last two years and 250 posts worth of blog stats:
Thank you to everyone who has (and continues to) visit, comment, and generally boost my ego.
When I was young, my haircuts always alternated from bowl cuts to buzz cuts depending on the season. This wasn’t because either were particularly stylish, it was simply because my Dad cut the hair in our house.
His tools were simple: one electric clippers, one neck duster, and an ancient pair of thinning shears.
The shears were a relic from the 30’s (last sharpened pre-WWII), the electric clippers were actually intended for dog grooming, and the neck duster had stiffened with age to the point that it felt less like bristles and more like a wire paint stripper.
Ah, the memories.
Not exactly fond memories, but memories nevertheless.
This week I realized something about myself.
As I get older my socks are getting longer.
When I was a teenager, I wore those really short running socks that are virtually invisible when wearing shoes. In college, I preferred slightly longer ankle socks. In my mid-to-late-twenties it was crew socks. Currently, I wear mid-calf hiking socks that are dressy enough to match my daily shirt and slacks outfits.
If I’m not careful, I may find my eighty year-old self staring at a drawer full of Renaissance-style tights.