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Nights of the Round Table

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I confess that sometimes I am awake all night in my baggiest, most unshapely, hole-y mumu. I skulk around the house being vague, thinking weird thoughts, or talk to myself while conjuring fictional scenarios where I really got to stick it to some nasty bitch or the other. Or, I just sit at my table and stare at the traffic zooming by, trying to imagine the people inside the cars, where they are going or where they might be coming from.

But don’t be afraid. I am not a psychotic creepozoid (unlike some people I know). I am just a bit spacey, that’s all.

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The Winner Is…

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Congratulations, Sarah!! I am so glad you would even want to have my work in your home :D
Write me at sketchsies@gmail.com as soon as possible with your full address so I can have the print shipped to you super quick.

A big thank you to everyone who participated :) This was so much fun. I’ll do another one soon (when I reach 1000)!

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GIVEAWAY TIME!!!

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GIVEAWAY TIME!!!

As promised, now that I have a little over 500 followers, I will be giving away a print (frame is not included, obvi) of one of my favorite pieces to one winner.

All you need to do is tweet this post ( i won’t check cuz I know you’re amazing!) and leave a comment with your name. If you are not on twitter you can put it on facebook, no worries.
I’ll pick someone at random in 24 hours and I’ll let you know!!

And if no one wants it then I will just gift it to myself and post photos of it. O it’s going to make you so jelly.

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What’s on your mind

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What's on your mind

Sometimes I think of all the choices I made in my life and think of how it would turn out if I hadn’t. Choices from way way back in my life, you know, and it all adds up. Perhaps, life is nothing but a continuous domino effect.

Basically, just rambling thoughts running in all different directions. Isn’t it fascinating when you realize that everyone you see — in the train, at the bus stop, the cashier at the supermarket– is thinking things you cannot even begin to imagine. Right under that hair and hats and sunglasses, the mind is racing at the speed of light.

PS: EVERYTHING at my society6 shop is on free shipping, worldwide. So that’s something to think about.

 

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Singapore Hair Syndrome

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Singapore Hair Syndrome

I don’t know if I told you, but I recently fell victim to what I call SHS (Singapore Hair Syndrome).
Every time I went to a salon, the hairstylists would comment on how very curly and frizzy my hair was and how much it needed treatment. Ok, so I know my hair did get frizzy beyond acceptable limits due to the humidity here. But, I didn’t want to lose my crazy hair. So, I resisted.
Then my hairstylist promised he had a magic hair treatment which will keep my hair curly and make it smooth and non-frizzy. I wanted to jump for joy and sing from rooftops that this hair miracle was going to finally happen. So I did it. And now I have Singaporean hair. Smooth, limp, small.

To make matters worse, after the treatment, the curls have gone along with the frizz and my hairstylist then said I have ‘too heavy hair” and he needed to make it less so. At this point I violently attacked him (with words) explaining as best as I could the politics of good hair and how as an Indian person, I like my hair big and voluminous and with a lot of va va voom . Then I left the salon and was just getting used to my four strands of hair when my friend Meghna came to visit with her massive tight curls and head full of va va voom. And then I was back to missing my crazy hair.

Though I have to say I am grateful for the ‘treatment’ when it rains.

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