If you've ever had the misfortune of losing something in my bedroom, you would find first a plethora of crafty odds and ends. While tiny, I've managed to make my space into a little den of creativity. That is, if creativity were vomited into a hurricane. Yeah so it's a giant mess. On nights before my days off I spend time laying in bed doing the exact same thing: going over in my mind all the awesome projects I'm going to do, start, or continue doing the next day. Then what follows is me sleeping in entirely too late and sitting on my bed talking myself out of every project I come up with. Don't really feel like knitting today, painting makes too much of a mess, I could draw but...

It's a disastrous circle and makes me wonder how I've actually come to create anything. Case in point, this blog has been sitting here for days. This account, even longer. I've just finished watching Paper Man, a story about an old writer who can't seem to figure out what to do with his hands, spends the majority of his time in solitude, and longs for just one friend. Depressingly, it reminded me of myself. But on the flip side I'm suddenly inspired to write my first post and here we go, BOOM:



Accidentally.

Is the name of my hairstyle today. I have a love hate relationship with my hair. I recognize I have the hair millions of women would kill for. Full body, luscious curls and waves, and I some how manage to keep it that "why is my hair so shiny looking?" healthy. Go figure. Then again, I have to deal with humidity, the actual weight of my hair (yes hair this thick is really heavy), and trying to manage it period. Anyway, more often than not, instead of dealing with it I throw it up in a ponytail or some kind of half-assed messy bun. And so that's how I sleep. Often I wake up the next morning missing whatever hair tie was holding the beast that is my hair or with some kid of bulbous wad of hair atop my hair in a bizarre angle. Today it was at the side of my head. Almost perfectly. So I kept it that way.

brilliant! people will believe I live in a little hillside  village made entirely of thread.

 I would have taken a picture looking the other way but from that angle you can see just how odd looking my skull is and we can't have that now can we? Although I did think to maybe put something behind me to hide how unorganized I live but I could only find this old cross stitch portrait that I have yet to do something with.







Thrift-a-licious.

I think you should know this about me before we take our relationship any further. I wear clothes and sometimes entire outfits two (or even several - when I've misplaced my girliness) days in a row. Maybe I'm dirty, maybe I'm lazy, maybe I hate doing laundry, or maybe I'm being resourceful or something. It's likely a combination of- no I'm lazy.

So quick background - I've become slightly addicted to shopping at Goodwill. And any other thrift type stores that don't completely creep me out (you know what I mean, those second hand stores on some random block that are super shady).

what else are libraries for?