When I moved into the apartment I am currently residing in, my mother returned to me a cook book I was given when I was Cicely Jr. It has amazingly fun illustrations in it as well as this wonderful recipe:
I am posting about this because I was reading Apricot’s “About” page and thought, it might be fun to open up a box of nostalgia (even though the page wasn’t really about that, I just thought about it after the fact). As a writer, Apricot revisits herself by recreating the fresh and free feeling that came from writing for herself. I would imagine that her experience is similar to mine, but instead of words I use drawings. I revisit myself by looking back at images, feelings, flavors, so that I can portray them with my new visual vocabulary.
I might do some more posts that involve looking back. There might be some ideas there.