So, um, yeah... I got my NOSE PIERCED!

Let's draw you a picture... I was a brown-noser of life. You could eat off of my kitchen floor. I was a people-pleaser. I was a rule-follower. I didn't take risks and I certainly didn't leave the house without my make-up on. 

Then this really shitty wonderful thing happened! After waking up from a nap with half of my body numb and tingly, I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis.

It took a long, LONG time but I slowly found meaning and purpose again. Things looked very different though. The vacuuming was overlooked, the kids clothes didn't always match and you couldn't walk across the kitchen floor in socks anymore (because you'd stick to it LOL). I went out of the house un-showered and homework didn't always get done but it was all okay. It was okay because we made it through. We believed that we would endure and then we did!

And then I did something so OFF THE WALL crazy! I broke all those damn rules and I excused myself from playing it safe and I got my nose pierced.  It was ridiculous and absurd and it was freeing and it was self-defining and it was crazy and it was fun. And YES, it hurt like a bitch. And YES, your boogers stick to it.

This was the first piece of art I created almost a year after I was diagnosed. The ink faded so it's difficult to make out the "RENEW" that is hand-stamped across the top. FYI... very important to use archival quality ink pads in art projects. LOL