I love this little home-made creature and visit it several
times a year during my walks through the neighborhoods. The other
day, he was wearing a lacy gray collar, analogous to his
own coloration.
Growing up, I was frequently called ugly to my face,
occurrences that did not stop until I was well into my 20s.
To this day, I have virtually no real sense of my own looks
except to say that none of my men chewed an arm off
to escape. In fact, most tended to stick around --
years at a time in fact. But I think it was more for my
efforts to accept myself as "interesting," both in
looks and interests. The little gremlin above
started out with shiny paint and bright eyes.
Over the years, the paint has become worn, his eyes
a bit rusty. He's acquired a patina that has its
own beauty, that can only be gotten with
long experience. Like me? Like me.
