sock bun...


basically, angel, I snipped the toes off of a pair of Paul's old socks (clean!!) rolled one up, starting at the ex-toe, and when it got to the end, up by the "top" of the sock, I started rolling on the other sock, until I basically had a "sock doughnut" .. put my hair in a ponytail and slipped it through the donut, so that it's like a really odd, sock colored scrunchie. Then, I basically tilted my head forward enough so that the hair spread out around the ring(with a little manual help so that it covered the entire sock)and secured in place with an ouchless ponytail holder (didn't even need to double it, just... slip it over the ring and you're done!) with a little re-arranging of the loose hair, the basic style is done! And for the roses, I pretty much twisted some jewelry wire, stuck it through the hole in a silk flower, and voila! blue rose hairpins!


(and yea, that's pretty much what I meant by impossible dream.. the dream of a true, pure love that will last forever and always, and be so happy together, and never fight because you WUFF each other... blah blah... *hack-gag*) I should post my poem along those lines... it's really dark and dismal... I like it.

Thanks!

Well, in my language's defense, it is descriptive!  
Anyway, as a warning, it's not all that good, and pretty long, so I don't expect anybody to actually read it.

I was speechless and typeless(sp)when I read it!  That's why I didn't respond.  What a deep powerful poem!  Excellent job!

Hi all, I'm glad those of you who commented liked it I like to write poems, though most aren't really that good. I have a disk with as of yesterday, 200 saved on it! I have the same files backed up on my BF's hard drive (they're saved in bundles of 20)... I've also got two tables of contents, one by number(for easy finding of certain poems) and one alphabetized so I can make sure and not reuse the same name.
<warning, self exposition. dark waters ahead>
     Many come from a deep, dark time in my life where my pen was quite literally, one of the few things keeping me alive. I will now admit to you something not many people really know... I am one of those people who finds mental pain easier to deal with if I can draw it out into the physical realm... Yes, that does indeed mean I used to cut myself to relieve emotional pressure. I'm not proud of it, I'm not advocating it, by any means, but... this is who I was. Am, I suppose, for although I don't give in to the urges anymore, they'll always be there. And frankly, letting off steam slowly like that, kept me from going in one big cataclysmic explosion that would have ended with no Kiraela here to talk to you today.
     Many of my poems talk about this, in veiled terms, or even right out in the open. It's funny how, for years, nobody understood what I was talking about in them... Thinking that blood, scars, wounds... they were all metaphorical. *shrugs* they weren't.  I hope you guys don't think less of me for who I am, what I was... But then, I won't blame you if you do.
</self exposition>

I'm thinking, I should go through and post a poem every couple of days, what do you think?


(now, to make this NOT the most depressing post ever, a notice that there will soon be pictures over in the show off your locks section. Yay, hair photos.)

ditto