it sunned, then it rained, then it sunned again...

where am i? what am i doing? what did i do?

saying that everything "happens for a reason" is a total cop out.

when i walked up behind her...

she had no idea it was coming.. i grabbed the back of her sweater and tore it over her perfect shoulder blades and up over the top of her real head until her eyes were covered with the wool. she panicked and spun around and gasped for breath even though i wasn't covering her mouth. she fell down in the dirt and covered her knees and somehow got a bunch of dirt on her face and looked like a kid with chocolate cake smeared on her cheeks... her stomach was a cavern. the contracting muscles echoed down deep in her guts. pulsing back and forth. her eyes were locked on bright colours. she was dancing and screaming out loud on a country road and her jeep was out of gas and she called her father and he brought her some gas and fixed things up a little and he was a real father figure for her that night.

moving architecture

this skirt is the triangle skirt.
it looks like the fabric is being all bunched up because of the red triangles but really it's fine.
i just have to finish the waist and it's complete.
the next skirt is going to be very nice.