remember those big and colorful tissue paper flowers your nursery school teacher made you make?
i always got a bit of anxiety when the teacher would pass out the pieces of brightly colored paper, or, well, anything...pom poms, pipe cleaners, construction paper, you name the colorful art project material. i saw the pile she'd be pulling from and know full well in my head which color i dreamed of getting to work with.
it didn't always go my way. which is why i famously (perhaps only famous to my family) began spouting the words: "you get what you get," at a very young age. i may have only been repeating the teacher, but, still, i sounded wise.