Drawing A Day #29: Awkward stages in the Arctic
I sometimes make fun of the fact that I need jumping rope to floss between my two front teeth. Nowadays, I can joke about the gap in my teeth, but in my early teens, it was no laughing matter — I did everything I could to hide it. My Mom calls it my “Clark Gable phase”, where all pictures of me in the late ’80s were with my lips firmly shut, looking ridiculous. I ruined a whole Sears portrait session with that idiotic expression!
Most of us experience the ugly duckling phase… maybe even animals way up north. Today’s D.A.D. is called Awkward stages in the Arctic:
I’m actually grateful I went through it. I was not a particularly nice kid in elementary, but then I was so un-cool in middle school that it gave me a taste of my own medicine, taught me some humility, and made me appreciate when I grew into my skin eventually. Plus, it makes for some hilarious photos to look back on. For example:
I had jogging suits of every shade in the rainbow, grew into the safety-pinned pants… oh, and then there was the decade of the perm… Oy!