Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
my lolita skirt
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
skull bow
another new accessory that i made just to see if i could ^_^ i had some ribbon left over from Halloween so i decided HEY IM GONNA USE IT...i went to michael's art supply and grabbed some FIMO clay...(i used the effects version but it's so hard to mold) :( try the soft version anywho this is how it came out so i made 2 because i wear pigtails often and thought it would be cute
vampire kisses
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Life of a Filler Girl
I don't remember too much between the ages of 0-4, i can recall sitting on a train with tiny pillows and threadbare blankets. It was so cold but my mother gave me her blanket so i wouldn't catch a cold. I found out later in life that i was on the train to Florida to visit my grandmother.
I wish that i could place the memory of me walking through an open market, i can still see the fruits and vegetables. The sun was to my back, and everyone was so tall, like giants.
Mom tells me that i was born in Germany off of the air force base in kaiserslautern . They had to wake the doctor at 2 a.m. to deliver me, he was not happy. I have to wonder if my mother and father were happy to see my little wrinkled face or was it an omen for their future unhappiness.
Was i a mistake from some passionate week in Paris (France) that they would have to live with for the rest of their lives? I know this is not the type of thing children are supposed to be thinking about but curiosity killed the cat.
(to be continued)
I wish that i could place the memory of me walking through an open market, i can still see the fruits and vegetables. The sun was to my back, and everyone was so tall, like giants.
Mom tells me that i was born in Germany off of the air force base in kaiserslautern . They had to wake the doctor at 2 a.m. to deliver me, he was not happy. I have to wonder if my mother and father were happy to see my little wrinkled face or was it an omen for their future unhappiness.
Was i a mistake from some passionate week in Paris (France) that they would have to live with for the rest of their lives? I know this is not the type of thing children are supposed to be thinking about but curiosity killed the cat.
(to be continued)
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