The Universe Looks at Itself.
Look at all the fancy $tones in these tiny babies. I was all "just use up all these tiny things already!" That was my creative inspiration if anyone wants to know. I'm deep.
I've been trying to make another tute and it doesn't seem to be happening. Might be that I'm having da pims from hell. I feel like I've been on the verge of getting my period for the last 2 weeks.
Bitter Poet. (happyfallout and shipwreckdandy beads. My headpins from my tute!)
It will only come after I give up any hope of it coming and decide I'm just stuck miserable forever. Once I've embraced my new reality- pow! Period. It's a Buddhist thing- once you let go, it comes to you and all that.
Even my periods are deep. What was I talking about? Oh, the tute!
Deserving Your Love. (AnvilA gave me these origami mesh lilies.)
While the tute has been not quite happening- crappy pictures... half-assed editing.... these earrings sorta showed up.
What can we learn from this? Maybe only to do easy things when one is pre-menstrual. Like making earrings. Fuck I keep having to go back and remove exclamation points. Something about writing, you wanna give emphasis... but if you bother to re-read, the exclaims don't really add anything. Just make us all look like flighty poofheads. And we all do it.
OMG- did you see Sparrow's shop is back open? Go there and get something! Help a sister out. Oh and then you can feel like at least your earlobes/wrist/neck is in one of her photographs. Man her photos kill me. She's back to raise the bar on us all....
In other news from my best friends, Corvid is now FlotsamTide. I'm going to have trouble adjusting to this... although it is a lovely name.
I had other stuff to tell you but I can't remember...
Hubs just came home and announced he'd farted on the train home and suddenly became horrified thinking it might actually have been poop. So he rode paralyzed in abject terror for 20 min til he had to stand up for his stop.
It wasn't poop. Just a fart.
I'm like, 'if you're going to announce this to me while I'm blogging, what do you think's gonna happen?' He's like, 'your dad reads that!' I'm like... I can't remember what I was like but now I'm like hungry is what I'm like. The end.