Once again, it's been way too long since I posted.
A couple of weekends ago, Russ and I spent three solid days cleaning out every nook and cranny of our house. Every closet, every cabinet, under every bed... Nothing was safe. After all was said and done, we threw away about 15 garbage bags worth of stuff, and filled our garage with the rest, for an upcoming garage sale. I can't tell you what a breath of fresh air it is walking around this house knowing that it's CLEAN! But, what I found in the house... That was the coolest part: Poems, diaries, letters I wrote, and some crazy shit.
In the next few entries, in no particular order, I'm going to show you some of the stuff I found and what it means to me.
This is Raggedy Andy. Raggedy Andy is musical. I slept with Raggedy Andy for several years when I was a little girl. As a matter of fact, I wasn't able to sleep WITHOUT Raggedy Andy.
From about the age of six to about the age of twelve, I would wind Raggedy Andy up every night and put him under my pillow so he could sing me to sleep. It would usually take about five or six of these windings before Mr. Sandman would actually stop by, but it always did the trick.
I can't exactly remember what song it was that Andy played. It might have been "Lullaby and Goodnight". As a matter of fact, I'm almost positive that was it. Either way, Andy was my best friend for a many years. No matter what was worrying me or scaring me in the dark, Andy was always there to make sure I got a good night's sleep. There are some nights now that I wish he still worked.
This is one of my first headshots. I'm not exactly sure how old I was in this, but it was back in the days when it was okay to retouch a picture so much that you looked like you were made out of plastic. We even painted on my eyelashes, and lines around my lips!!
I don't ever remember looking anything like this. I do, unfortunately, remember that brown leather jacket I'm wearing.
The funny thing is, they always tell you your headshot should look as much like you as possible so that when you walk into an audition, you are what the casting director was expecting to see. Well, I can assure you I never walked into an audition looking anything like this picture. I doubt I worked very much during that time.
I'll be back in a day or two with some more stuff I found.