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I made earrings yesterday. Well, mostly. Realized that I had no more posts so...must buy them.

I also have a job. Eep! Haha. It doesn't start till April and it's temporary. Still...this is good, right?

Post Picture: My thread. I cut a bunch. I have to work in tiny steps sometimes. Then I took a picture. I meant to upload it to my flickr for the Crafting 365. But really, I'm just not good at 365 projects. Especially having to share a computer with the rest of the fam. *sigh* One day...

Sweet and Sour

I kinda left off with posting. I had nothing to say. I had nothing to promote really. Nothing new. Just life, grey skies. Winter. I'm determined to make earrings today.

So the sweet of the post is the picture. Candy. The sour would be anything else I wrote except I'm not going to bore you. Not again. I thought...well, apparently it doesn't matter what I thought. It's all so tricksy.

Post Picture: Sour Patch Kids! My love!

Finding Me 2.24

I did this. And now...

Little Me

More snow. More cold. I'm so ready for warmer weather. Seriously. I say that almost every winter, but this year it's snowed so much, not a lot just often. I'm ready to move on. Almost like...

Cleaned some, thought some, talked to my brothers. Silly, we're all silly. I really hope we never lose that, that we never get so mad at each we stop talking. *stops with the sentimentality*


Post Picture: Me at about 5-years-old, on the steps at my old house. I loved pink when I was little. Then I just stopped...liking pink and being little. heh

Vortextuality

Got 4 blog comments yesterday. (It says '5', one was me.) Made me feel special. heh!

I haven't made anything for the shop today but I did finally get some headway on another introspective piece (writing, you know), which I've also titled 'Vortextuality'. (Made up words are the shiz) Here's the beginning:

I'd been hung out to dry these last few days, wanting to write it out, not having the words or any cohesion for the few ideas I had. Expressing through language is tricky for me sometimes. Even though I know in my head the words I want to use, writing them just doesn't work. I try and the sentences grate on my ear. Maybe that's only something writers understand. Or it could be a problem of mine alone. *adds to list*

In the words of Mr. Darcy, in the BBC Pride and Prejudice, I shall conquer this. I just want to know why I had to go through it in the first place.

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My sketch pic from yesterday. My artist mother, sketches doodles all the time. I inevitably end up playing with words and letters. Should tell me where my chief interest lies. :)