Friday, 25 May 2012

titles...

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Probably the only good aspect of L's "situation" is the massive amount of sewing she has forced herself to do.

To keep busy.

To avoid dealing.

To avoid everything and to avoid nothing.

It was an effort to get dressed, despite only needing to find pants.

By her ranting and raving and smashing I'm assuming it had something to do with making her hair look somewhat presentable for the outside world.  

The photos taken kindly by chow, after she had dragged L out of her hovel for coffee.

Both these items were whipped up last week, really digging the lace. She probably has enough pieces to send out her own collection now.


Tuesday, 22 May 2012

home...

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attempting to try some of this "more personal" posting we were talking about. so here are a few pictures taken over the last few months of our little fairie nest...

Monday, 21 May 2012

needles...

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buster and some lace pants L whipped up a what seems like weeks ago now...

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the other side...

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not being able to move. torrents of tears for for days. complete and utter feelings of hopelessness and worthlessness.

if you have ever experienced the crippling despair that is depression in any form then you may understand. 

if not. 

then there are no words that she can find. 

not being able to pick her self up for days, all the girl could do was cuddle up in bed with her cats and cry. 

eventually she moved to the window, there she sat, watching the shadows move across the ground and the mornings turn to night. 

she boiled endless cups of tea which she did not drink, but just held. the porcelain at first scolding her hands. 

the girl embraced the only feeling other then despair she had felt for days. slowly the cups cooled with the shadows. 

again she would rise and boil the kettle. 

eventually the girls mother was called and she was taken to the doctor.

she has been in a valium induced haze since. at least now she can get dressed by herself...

snippets from L's diary