One word: Awkward
My name is Nicole, also known as Nickle Pickle.
I’m a pudgy little red-head with a knack for landing myself in compromising situations, largely due to my endless wardrobe malfunctions, general dorkiness and complete lack of grace which makes me, well, me.
As a kid I was the quiet, curious and creative type; the perfect trifecta for disaster (and multiple trips to the ER). I often wondered why things were the way they were, and didn’t mind casually experimenting to find out all on my own. Unfortunately, the phrase “look what I did” usually resulted in the nearest grownup hoisting me up under one arm and frantically carting me off to the car for a quick trip to the hospital.
Yes, I was THAT kid. I inhaled rock salt to investigate just how odorless it was (and had to have it dislodged from my nasal cavity). I swallowed pennies to see if what goes in really does come out (and it does, in case you wondered). I pulled the safety outlet covers out of the wall and replaced them with bobby pins (shorting the fuse box and burning my little fingers). And so the list goes on.
I was a right brained child, too, always up to something creative. I spent my summers making chalk murals on the pavement, converting the picnic table to puppet stages and delivering the news from inside the TV I made from a shipping box. I also turned Barbie into the best paintbrush ever and converted the little plastic pizza box inserts into dollhouse patio furniture long before Pinterest made everything so easy to DIY.
Somehow I managed to survive childhood in one piece, but to this day I continue to find myself in one pickle after another (and using very little creativity on the job).
From a series of childhood mishaps to my many workplace woes (especially as a creative gal in IT), Nickle’s Pickles are the (very true) tales of my every day life experiences being Nickle in a Pickle, and this is my dedicated space for sharing right brained activities (outside of my left brained world).