A book I am reading – with ideas on keeping the creative flowing – suggests I find an old Barbie and make it over in the style of me.
So I did. Even got the slightly off kilter glasses right (my face is uneven).
My husband says my shirts are never that tight.
I worked at a place on Spadina at Queen (says my bosses were fighting). Down from there was this retro candy store. Gold Rush gum, Mackintosh toffee (smack it on the table and divide it up).
When I saw Necco wafers, I almost passed out from nostalgic recall. Like when I smell Kentucky Fried Chicken. Bought a pack, ate it and glued it in my journal.
I was wearing chinos, a turtleneck and loafers. Feelin groovy.
I’ve written/drawn/taped stuff in journals since before I knew that lots of people did the same.
I’m not neat or altogether organized. Half of them, seeing as how they go back to my last year of high school which is circa 1983 (yowsa), are in disrepair and I’ve held them together with duct tape (see below) and elastics.
They sit on shelves in my office, closed and their backs to me. I decided to open them again. A page a day.
I grabbed this journal not because it is the first in line but because I remember loving the giant spiral rings and the thick white paper. So much I bought two.
The front cover:
An old dried flower that looks more like loose tobacco. Marilyn. Kevin Costner from Wyatt Earp. Mutts. Steve McQueen looking particularly pristine. Kennedy just before he was shot. Jackie has over the years been rubbed away.
The quote to the right:
The rational and the irrational, the positive and the negative, male and female, the front and back of a coin, complementary opposites.
From a Moschino ad. I don’t know who said that.
Upside down Kennedy getting shot. Jackie coloured in highlighter pink. Farrah in her heyday. Mutts again. A band I once knew.
Fondle With Care.