Sunday, October 22, 2017
Figgy in My Midst
Found this in one of the documents I left open on the laptop when I went overnight yesterday with Sis to our cousin Lin's.
Young Figgy was into fashion design at Montclair High--hence, her application to, acceptance at, and scholarship to Parsons School of Design in NYC.
She was kind of frail and wore floaty dresses, lacy and pink and flesh-toned--turns out Parsons wasn't for her, not at that moment in time--but I still love it when I find sketches like these.
She's still a fashionista, changing her hair color every couple weeks, it seems--right now it's a pink pixie. She wears tights and plaid dresses and cute skirts and chunky, high shoes. But now she is a science major at MSU, stronger, more grounded, with a lovely and confident sense of herself.
Proud of Figgy as she navigates life's path, and lab courses, fashionably.
Postscript Monday morning: Fig’s hair is no longer pink. Last nite she colored it a pretty silvery blue.