Is a flower still a flower if it can’t bloom? If you are that seed sown with doubt & feel that you don’t belong, perhaps you’re a rose in a tulip garden. & if you can’t bloom as they bud with frustration, know that when the tulips wither, you alone will stand tall. - Sappy
It’s a lot to process, I guess…
Text: “SayWhatIfYoureDumb!” (Say ‘what’ if you’re dumb)
“Pardon?”
“What?”
Happy Tuesday night everyone! Hope your weeks go good. For this weeks strip Zippy comes back! (And Mur is wearing a different color for once). I love the dynamics between these two, Zippy is… not smart, and Mur never really understands whats going on. So silly!
We’ve made it… the bend-and-COLD!-snap!!! Do we ever really feel alive unless we can’t feel our eye sockets anymore?
In honor of the frozen weather, I’ve been appreciating all the accessories and layers in my life that keep me functioning from sun up to way past sun down. As someone born and raised in the flux of deadly winters and chilling winds I’ve always had a plethora of hats, gloves, scarves (you name them) every since I was a kid. I think most people can look back to their favorite pom-pom hat or various kitten mittens in fond childhood memories traipsing around in the snow and sledding over death-defying hills. Although I’ve lived in the cold for the majority of my life, I can never ever get used to it. I blame it on my eczema or my penitent for tank tops or anything else I can use as an excuse but no matter what I do in a mere 2 minutes my teeth are chattering all the way home. Because of this, I’ve been giving extra thanks to the scarves that swaddle me and the hats that flatten my bangs a little too much. Each of them carry a piece of a past self or a loved one who cared enough about my warmth to make or gift me a little something that could carry comfort through a chilly walk home. Fabrics found by my roommate’s mother, hats passed down to me from my boyfriend’s family, and even skills shared to me from my grandma and cousin are woven into each hat, scarf, and mitten I wear. The next time I’m outside (which will be far too soon) I can feel a little bit warmer knowing the love and care I have with me as I scurry through yet another icy wind storm.
To take into our next week:
Ins: Chamomile tea (always), muted purples, actually interesting text books, aloe vera, hair pomade, perfectly fitted hoodies, overalls, a solid hug.
Outs: Nails that are too long, scorching soup, weird hoods on winter jackets, gel eye masks, ignoring when your feet are too sore, eating one too many anchovies straight out of the tin.
I hope everyone is bundling up in their favorite mittens and gators and earmuffs galore as we all try to survive these next few days of tundra. I task you all with finding and appreciating one another’s fanciful winter accessories as there are too few days when we get to wear all of them all at once!
I Took a Picture of an old lady taking a picture, in awe of a naked tree. That tree attracted her admiration because it was stripped of its bark is what I thought, until I realized that tree was just like that, and not diseased or traumatized. Did the old lady taking a picture know that? Maybe I never actually took a picture. I can’t remember, but I remember wanting to, and if I had actually took a picture, I deleted it right away. I remember wondering if it was creepy of me to take a picture of the old lady, too, but what I took a picture of was her taking a picture. - Sappy
Warming up… truly.
