Self portraits that didn't quite work out & a squirrel

When I first came back to drawing, after my children were old enough not to rub their hands all over them and say "pretty" with a smile, I started drawing whatever I had in my head. I've purged most of it on paper yet much like my basement, garage & attic, there's always something else you have to get rid of.  Anyway, here are some early self-portraits...as stated, that didn't really work out but then what ever really does in life? My earlier work was compared by someone to that seen in Mad Magazine. I grew up reading that magazine and so I think that's rather cool.
The following are all pastel with some bits of stuff glued on here and there so I chose not to label them as such. Seems like overkill.

This was one of my first. It's pretty spot on as far as the emotion goes, and the hair, and the blood-shot eyes, and the big mouth but the outfit, I don't own an outfit like that.  

This is...I'm not really sure what's going on here. All I can say is that I do own a dress like this.  

Ever feel like you want to crawl inside a box and just sit there, in that box, all day?
Or at least for an hour?  Just sitting in a box for one hour. 

This was done after a, let's call it a discussion,
with my teenage daughter one night. 

I cannot drink champaign, I cannot even stand the smell of it.
It's evil and it stays with you for days and days, weeks even. REally bad.  

Yes, I am asking myself the same question. 

One of my college professors back in the 1700's  stated to the class during a critique,
"Carol sure does know how to draw her bangs."  Guess I showed him. 

Another time in class, the same professor asked me if I really felt I was in the right program.  Painting & Drawing.  I'm still not sure but I paid for it so I'm going to use it. My brother told me it's not a good  idea to use curse words on this blog so I'll refrain here. 

I don't drink martinis either but a beer bottle would've covered up too much of this fine piece of art.  

And so I couldn't help but notice that your hand seems to be connected directly to your clavicle.
Not that there's anything wrong with that. 

Hey, if I glue this bow on maybe it'll bring the whole thing together.
Or maybe just add a flower on the side. Yeah, that should work. 

Light up a Camel and look over there. 

I worked at a greenhouse one summer and the owner thought it was funny that he called me "chickenlip" because I have very thin, refined lips. I decided to give myself some lips. My brother used to call me skunk but skunks don't have anything I desire. 

I'm pretty sure this is where I'll be in about 2 years. 

And this is where the self-portrait phase started to take a nose dive and my ability to write began.  "My ability to write", sometimes I just crack myself up. 
One more thing...my blog, my misuse of punctuation is something I'll be struggling with for the rest of my life.
 It could be worse. 

I almost to forgot the squirrel. Here's the squirrel.  He'll be discussed, at length in my next posting.