The dreaded "About"
When I was 4 I broke my collarbone because I fell out of my dinner chair when I was trying to feed the dog my vegetables behind my parent's back. A year or two later I had to get stitches on my chin because I panicked when my bike "sped" lazily (at approximately 1 mph) towards a parked car and I decided the best thing to do would be to fall over. I tend to get injured in embarassing ways.
My earliest memory of artwork was having a friend from kindergarten over and then lecturing her on why she really needed to wash her brush off between colors because "you're ruining my paints". My mom took me aside and told me I wasn't being a good host, and I told her the friend wasn't being a good guest. I'm picky about my art supplies.
So I've spent all week working on my website's "about" page, and it's really made me sit down and think about what's important to me and where I find my identity. Why am I who I am, and why do I like what I like? It's really hard to whittle all of your life experiences, all of the desires of your heart, and all of the quirky parts of your personality down to a single page on the internet. Like, REALLY hard.
I feel like lots of stuff sort of needs a back story, so I'll occassionally talk about those things here (like why I love praying mantises, which I covered in one of the first "not so small stories" link ups). Here's another one ---
I like Vintage My Little Ponies. When I got my first vaccination that I could remember - I was about 4 - my mom had gotten me a lovely little pony as a gift for when we got home if I'd been brave (and I had been). Her name was Blossom, and after I got her I started asking for My Little Pony figures at Christmas and Birthdays. I ended up with about 50 as a kid, but when I got older and started shopping at thrift stores and yard sales, there they were. These small toys, now discarded, that I had wished for as a kid... It should be noted here that by this time I actually had a REAL horse. A thoroughbred show horse, no less, who I had gotten when he was 4 and trained on my own. But somehow the My Little Ponies seemed precious to me, and I started buying them up whenever I saw them. I think there was something about the way I received Blossom - as a gesture of love, for having been a good little girl - that made me want more of them. Probably, somewhere deep in my subconsciousness, they made me feel happy and loved.
My collection now, by the way, hasn't been added to for years, because they just don't turn up at yard sales anymore. Now they're on eBay or Etsy. But I still have a huge collection. 160 of them, in fact, sitting in a closet.
This post was written as part of Kirsten Oliphant's "Not So Small Stories" link up. Join us if you'd like!