You Want To Spread Your Wings....

Do you ever have one of those days when you stop and it hits you? I mean it really hits you. You get that burning question in your mind.

"Ummm....Can someone please tell me when I became a grown-up?"

Yup. That one. I was driving up Rt.495 this morning and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I COMMUTE! Not only do I commute, but I have a 'big-girl' JOB! When the HECK did that happen?

Maybe it's just me, but every now and then it all just hits me.

Of course, then I realize that while, yes, I am thirty years old, I commute, I have a big-girl job...I'm still not a grown up. Why? Because I refuse to be one.

I DON'T WANNA!

I'm cool with that whole taking care of things part of it, I'm not trying to get out of that, but I'm still going to play and have fun and do cool stuff. Cool stuff like dress up like Robin (as in Batman and...) for Halloween. Why? 'Cause it's fun.

And fun stuff like make stuff. With my hands. A lot.

Which brings me to this little number that I created for the Gutter Girlz Challenge this month. I was actually quite inspired by the challenge this time around and thrilled that I was able to play along!

Here are the challenge guidelines:

THE PROMPT:
Tender. Human.
THE SONG:
Afraid by Nelly Furtado
PRODUCT/TECHNIQUE:
Bra Straps

You can use one or all of the above to inspire you.

First of all - one may find it a bit odd that the 'product' they chose was a bra strap.

Second of all - one may find it a bit MORE odd that I had a couple of those sitting in my stash just waiting for the perfect project! HA! NOT EVEN JOKING! LOL!

So, I used one!

The challenge really inspired this art doll. I pulled lyrics from the song to use along the strap, which, of course, is a bra strap. While I did not directly use the words "Tender. Human.", they did serve as a fabulous source of inspiration while creating her personality. She is, indeed, a tender human. A tender human wishing to break free and fly.

She is a paper doll on acrylic wings (edged with Gold Leaf) and hangs from the elusive bra strap. The words are stamped on vellum and mounted on bits of leather paper. She is clipped to her strap, but not permanently attached because someday she will break free and fly.

She will never be a grown-up.