Ever since I was little. My dad has always been by my side. Through all of my little Phases. And believe me, there have been quite a few of them. They all began When my mom started letting me dress myself around 6. She would get these adorable skirt/short thingies that I would wear  on top of Bellbottoms that my grandmother would buy me. I would cut holes in my long sleeves, so they fit like gloves. Around 5th grade, I switched from skirts to Wide legged trousers, or big baggy jeans and tanktops with a private school cross tie. (I hate to admit it, but I liked Avril Lavigne and this was my way of doing it because of a lack of actual tie-tying ability.) Then in high school creativity became crocheted skirts and half sewn shirts. Now that I’m in college, I’m happy to see my sense of style has not lost it sense of whimsity but I’m glad it levelled out. ( I do have to admit that it Pisses me off like no other when I’m finally ready to go and my mom tells me I look like a bum.)

 The main thing is that no matter how crazy my tastes or styles have gotten he’s always like oh she’s just expressing herself. He has always said, that I can walk around naked in a pair of heels to the skies if I got straight A’s. (I’ve avoided that for this sole statement) But tonight I was creating a mascot for my new business and was explaining to him that I wanted a bunny rabbit that was split in half. But he wasn’t quite getting the aesthetic so I akined the style to Junko Mizuno. For some odd reason, He couldn’t remember getting me Cinderella. One of Mizuno’s first manga’s here in the states. So I looked her up to show him pictures, He got very upset, and started looking at me like I was crazy. He was just like WTF, when I showed him her beautiful artwork. Eh, I guess that was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. 

Here is a few sketches that I’ve worked out so far. 

What do you guys think?