What's become of me?
"Cute" used to be a blasphemous word to me. Tomboy to the core, my pink walls (hey, I liked the color when I was four years old) got covered in pictures cut out from National Geographic and other nature magazines. Mostly bugs, snakes and frogs. If anyone said I looked "cute", I'd snarl and quickly change into something more becoming to me, like grass stained jeans and a bug covered t-shirt. Dresses and skirts? Forget it. Dolls? No freaking way.
I'm still totally into the creepy crawlies, heck I'm studying zoology in college right now, but somehow "cuteness" has snuck into my life. I no longer consider pink to be the color of evil. And the creations in my etsy shop have an attraction that even I can't deny.
I made this snail the other day out of some scrap fabrics I had laying around, and well, darn, it's kinda cute.
Oh well. My name, "the weird bug lady", still fits!