Hello, world. I’m Kelly.
I have no idea how to introduce myself in a unique way. I am a born and raised Virginia girl, though the accent hides behind years of radio announcing. If you catch me in a fit of passion, or perhaps right before bed, then my true roots shine through in a lilting timbre.
I fancy myself a writer and an artist, though both are synonymous. I write, I read, I sing, I play, I paint, I solder and clip interesting photos from aging and mildewed National Geographic Magazines. I have a knack for the morbid and a flair for contrasts. My collages are both disturbing and humorous. I rarely finish paintings.
I am a wife, an eldest child, a big sister, a daughter, a granddaughter, a friend, a world traveler, a college graduate, a boo-boo fixer, a story teller, a dragon slayer and a daycare teacher.
I like: flip flops, babies, interesting lamps, black and white photographs, kitschy jewelry, traveling, getting lost, spontaneity, coffee shops with worn furniture, old men, acoustic music, white Christmas lights, the color green, homemade things, paintings, collage, floppy hats, extremely sweet tea, deep conversation, front porches, thunderstorms, spring, fall, taking notes, writing poems, laughing till my stomach hurts, discovering new favorite bands, old movie actresses, sitting outside at night after a rainstorm
I don’t like: cranky people, the sun, the sound of fingernails scratching denim or any fabric, being stared at, being a third wheel, spiral staircases, turbulence, pushy salespeople, telemarketers, disrespect, rap, missing people, ice storms, humidity, corn on the cob, watermelon, being spoken down to, politics, hypocrites (especially hypocritical Christians), feeling ugly, periods, out of tune instruments/voices, being told I can’t do something, awkward silences, forced conversation, unexpected crowds of strangers, shorts/sweatpants with words written on the bum, arrogance, hummers
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