I Am A Big Chicken Sometimes

Here's the danger in looking at someone else's art journal pages: 

Sometimes you find out more about that person than you really wanted to know.  (That's what they call foreshadowing.)

ANYWAY.  I started off this page by gluing down this cool rooster I found, along with the big hand from a completely different source.  I had no idea where I was going with this, but I was sure it would be interesting and fun.  (Because aren't all my pages?  Ha.)

So it sat for ... well, a couple of months, to tell you the truth.  Then I realized that a CHICKEN could symbolize my FEARS!  I know, that's pretty deep.  The stuffing pun goes out to my brother John.  He loves jokes like that.

I know some of these fears are perfectly justifiable, but a couple are just plain goofy.  I love fast zippy rides, but the ferris wheel makes me light-headed with fear for some reason, even the kid-sized one at Tinkertown.  And I know airbags have saved countless lives, but all I can ever think of is how if mine ever deployed, it would jam my glasses right into my face - ow.  I have a recurring mental picture of accidentally lightly rear-ending someone, and the airbag blowing up, and then me jumping out of the car and weaving around in traffic like a drunk, clutching my face and screaming, "my eyes, my eyes!!"  In my imagination I'm actually pretty dramatic, hey?

As for high school reunions... well, I still have plenty of anxiety dreams about forgotten exams, locker combinations, class schedules and PANTS, that I'm in no rush to revisit those days.

Sorry if I put any negative thoughts in your head.  I'll try to be more positive next time!

Love Shelley!