If you see someone wearing a very vintage yellow jacket walking around, it might be me! This is the story of how my dad got this for me when I first moved to NYC 15 years ago.
My brain wants to tell longer stories these days, but I don't have a great way to share them yet. Many ideas are too long for short comics and take more time to develop. I'm still working on a book. This is an awkward comic strip that is more a window into my creative process than a finished product.
Thanks for patiently reading along and not giving up on me. Connie on Ko-fi
Page 1, 2 panels: flashback to Los Angeles, 2007. A father proudly holds up a large yellow jacket on a hanger to a younger version of the girl. The girl tries it on and looks ridiculous. Text reads, "15 years ago, my dad got me a large, second-hand, butter-yellow, puffy jacket to wear when I moved to New York City. He says, matter-of-factly, "It's so you can survive winters and not get hit by cars."
Page 2: illustration of an yellow armchair, walking passed a fire hydrant on the sidewalk. Text reads, "For years, I was too embarrassed to wear it because it made me look like a piece of yellow upholstered furniture."
Page 3: girl with a bun, wearing an overwhelming, butter-yellow jacket because it was given to her by her father and is a reminder of where she comes from. Text reads, "I recently took it out of storage and started wearing it again because, if my dad taught me anything, it's "WHO CARES what anybody else thinks?!"