13 and Counting

I am 34 this year and I'm still not really sure how I feel about everything.  This may seem strange to all you people who know yourself. My road to self discovery has been kind of long. It probably has a lot to do with all the stuff in my head. I do have ten ideas every second, and it kind of takes up all my energy that I could be use discovering myself. I also have a bad habit of of being so giving that I often forget about what makes me inspired.

I thought I would take a little trip down memory lane in this new year to think about where I have morfed from. It's good to know. My sister and I have been talking about where our early artistic inspiration came from. Our need for fashion and music.

The earliest moment of incredible passion was when I saw Pretty in Pink for the first time. I believe I was 13. At the time I was trying desperately to get a handle on why I felt so different than everyone else. I have never really fit anywhere due to my brain function. Watching Molly Ringwald express herself opened my eyes to a new world.

My favorite scene from Pretty in Pink is the opening sequence where Andy is getting dressed. It still moves me. Oh her tights. sigh. her jewelry drawer. sigh. the Psychedelic Furs. sigh. Here is the trailer. Shed a tear for me!